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<h2 id="end-of-endings-2403rye-2409">End Of Endings — 2403<br>×<br>Rye — 2409</h2>
<p>The Woman lingered long on the words of Her Cocladist: <em>aught else aside from our lot in life.</em></p>
<p>The Woman lingered long on the words of Her Cocladist: <em>aught else aside from our lot in life.</em></p>
<p>What <em>was</em> her lot in life? What was <em>a</em> lot in life? Was she limited only to one thing? Was she bound to stasis? And what, then, did it mean that a seed had been planted within her and had lately begun to sprout? What of her thoughts on eternal stillness? </p>
<p>She knew where they came from. </p>
<p>Her lot in life had at one point been to teach, to revel in the joy of acting and directing and sets and props and lights and sound and audience and her lovely, loving students who ached for nothing more than to be seen, to receive some perhaps hug from this person who they trusted and yet who could not give them such for fear of pandemic and regulation in equal measure, to receive some perhaps affection from their cohort and yet which their beloved teacher stopped them for fear of pandemic and regulation in unequal measure. </p>
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<p>There was joy, yes, but it was not a complete joy. Her hedonism with touch and sensuality and sexuality was a lovely hedonism and she cherished it, but it was not the hedonism she needed for this task.</p>
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