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"Nine nights I hung upon the Tree, / wounded with the spear, as an offering to / Odin, myself sacrificed to myself. " / - Havamal
[1] You stranger, long before your glance can light / Upon these words, time will have washed away / The moment when I first took pen to write, / With all my road before me -- yet to-day, / Here, if at all, we meet: the unfashioned clay / Ready to both our hands; both hushed to see / That which is nowhere yet come forth and be.