I went to Cannes some years after you made me promise to bring you along and there I had so much disdain for myself and the setting sun. Now I know the semiscore wake and forgotten burial would not scorch for I too am a sun. And perhaps I will go to Cannes once more and I will bring you only as tinder for the still-burn embers that 1) you could not steal and 2) blinded us both.

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