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<p>&ldquo;That is delightful to hear,&rdquo; Her Therapist said. &ldquo;Can you tell me of this joy? I love to hear what it is that makes you happy.&rdquo;</p>
<p>The Woman thought long on this. I would like to imagine she was turning her thoughts on jealousy and protectiveness over and over within her head, investigating them like some bauble, searching for cracks or imperfections, or simply admiring how the mirror-like surfaces never picked up her fingerprints. I think perhaps she was trying to derive the formulae that describe their shapes so that she could better understand them. I think, also, that she had to do her best to suppress a wince.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Was it a complex sort of joy, End Of Endings?&rdquo;</p>
<p>((more))</p>
<p>She sipped her soy milk in an attempt to maintain control over herself, as sometimes all you need is a thing that you can do deliberately. &ldquo;It is, yes. It is a joy to see one&rsquo;s friends, is it not? To give energy and to receive in turn? We sat down at our favorite coffee shop and chatted about this and that. We talked of empty chairs at the table. We talked of moods and therapy. I believe– yes?&rdquo;</p>
<p>Her therapist lowered her hand from where she had raised it. &ldquo;I do not know No Hesitation as well as I might, for which I feel some regret, but In Dreams confided with In Memory, and my down-tree confided in me that she had some fears that she had offended em. Given the structure of our stanza, I think it perhaps unwise that I know too much of that particular conversation until No Hesitation speaks to me emself.&rdquo;</p>
<p>The Woman lingered again in silence, and her mind was aswirl with undefined thoughts that she could no longer pin down, and where once she felt alright, she began to feel something far more tentative, and where once there was a bauble of thoughts on joy, there was now some rectilinear ember, sharp-edged, that she no longer wished to behold, which she quickly dropped and stepped away from in fear and in pain.</p>
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<p>(the tenth stanza lingers in suffering and defines themselves by it, just as the seventh does with therapy)</p>
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