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I was just bony hands of cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold. Oh what a contrast you were. To the brutes in the halls. My timid young fingers held a decent animal. Over the ramparts you tossed. The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers. The years have been short but the days were long. Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass.