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Lovely. But would the dawn be happier with the promise of more moons? I’m not sure. I’ll have to consult Hafiz. Am attracted to your self description even more. In my own end game, I am not sure I shall wear my trousers rolled, but I sure as hell know I need less and less, and want less and less, and find the best of pleasure in a satisfying cup of morning tea and roses from the garden. And of course, yes, the cat. My cat, my daemon, and dare I say it? My mews.