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And please read also the beautiful poem that B. has written for this picture:

He said to me, quite worriedly
He said to me, quite worriedly, the end
Is near! How do you know, I said, for I
See tracks that lead away beyond the bend
And every end has new beginnings nigh.

He said to me, quite somberly, the ridge
Is sharp and plummets down to water’s edge!
But do you know, I said, that there’s a bridge
That jumps across the river past the sedge?

He said to me, quite hopelessly, that side
Will vanish to a point—infinity!
How do you know, I said, that some great tide
Won’t wash you back to spend the time with me?

He smiled. The tracks, the bridge, the far seaside
Seem narrow now, but further, they are wide.