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DEAD OR ALIVE ?.
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I went walking on, still facing the moon, who, not yet high, was staring straight into the forest.

I did not know what ailed her, but she was dark and dented, like a battered disc of old copper, and looked dispirited and weary.

Not a cloud was nigh to keep her company, and the stars were too bright for her.

"Is this going to last for ever ?" she seemed to say.