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The beggar children sprinted away, free, onto the endless roads and paths and ways of the North Country,

watched over by a Golden Bird and, from that time forward, by foxes who honored the Vixen’s debt to Clever.

Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,

Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.

Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind

Cannot bear very much reality.

— “Burnt Norton” from Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot

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Clever’s Road 53: GB0108