I forgot myself for a moment, so here I am.
But please raise your eyes and let me see if there are still shadows of the past in your eyes, like the pale clouds on the horizon that have been deprived of raindrops.
Please bear with me for a moment if I forget myself.
The roses are still in bud; they don't know yet why we forgot to collect flowers this summer.
—— Tagore's "Collected Thoughts on Travels"
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