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The formerly divided localities have grown together,
like the embrace of ivies or water-lily colonies.
Each retains its self, each is distinct,
each has its own scent to which I fall asleep,
but my maps are all redrawn so "there" and "here"
no longer mean separate paths at a crossroads.
One room looks out to trees, one to a courtyard,
my own inner courts grow richly in the open sunlight
that now shines there, that has shined me brightly
since you let those walls subside, these maps merge,
these plots of land grow together, these stories join
all about the meeting of our ways.
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