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Orchards and vinyards,
And full-breasted houris,
And a cup overflowing before me.
Why do I babble of battles,
And mountains reduced to dust?
Why do I feel these tears?

Heavens stand open
And scatter their riches;
My hands need but gather their wealth.
Why do I think of an ambush,
And poison in molten cup?
Why do I feel my years?

Love's arms beckon
With their naked delights,
And Eden's promise of ecstacies.
Why do I remember the scars,
Dream of old transgressions...
And why do I sleep with fears?

-a song from Dune

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I saw Emily on AIM.
We didn't talk; she was already asleep and only had an away message up.
It was one of those "I am X. I am Y. I am Z" sorts of messages, listing different attributes which she defines herself by.
I miss knowing her.