“Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is heaven’s part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.”
W.B. Yeats Easter 1916
3.10.11 Fall no.2 in the quarry
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