And when the hedge was ash, there was a book next to you and I thirsted more to see what was bound within it than to face you, and you thirsted more to see what was bound within it than to face me. Within the book form gave to content image, so that it could be seen, and form left space between the figures where breath could insert itself, and content could return to form. Inside the book one found the complete opposite of the other, as if it were a mirror.
