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That surface glare & dazzle is what we want to make of it for who would keep a rotting heart inside a cardboard box: what is falling apart, breaking away beneath a crust of pale gold. I’m sorry, we have already melted down the family relics for this quick fix insisting that the ship will right that has fallen by the way. ^ after the great lithium dump it was felt we might try to conserve. we hoarded palm oil and salt like the emperors of days gone by till they too dwindled and were extinguished.