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On Friday, July 29, 2022 at 7:37:56 PM UTC-4, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
> On Thursday, July 28, 2022 at 2:21:46 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 11:22:50 PM UTC-4, jdcha...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 5:43:31 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: 
> > > > On Wednesday, July 27, 2022 at 12:24:45 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote: 
> > > > > 
> > > > > Posted in its entirety for convenience: 
> > > > > 
> > > > > The Lonely Hunter 
> > > > > Green branches, green branches, I see you 
> > > > > beckon; I follow! 
> > > > > Sweet is the place you guard, there in the 
> > > > > rowan-tree hollow. 
> > > > > There he lies in the darkness, under the frail 
> > > > > white flowers, 
> > > > > Heedless at last, in the silence, of these sweet 
> > > > > midsummer hours. 
> > > > > 
> > > > > But sweeter, it may be, the moss whereon he 
> > > > > is sleeping now, 
> > > > > And sweeter the fragrant flowers that may 
> > > > > crown his moon-white brow: 
> > > > > And sweeter the shady place deep in an Eden 
> > > > > hollow 
> > > > > Wherein he dreams I am with him---and, 
> > > > > dreaming, whispers, "Follow!" 
> > > > > Green wind from the green-gold branches, 
> > > > > what is the song you bring? 
> > > > > What are all songs for me, now, who no more 
> > > > > care to sing? 
> > > > > Deep in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to 
> > > > > me still, 
> > > > > But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on 
> > > > > a lonely hill. 
> > > > > Green is that hill and lonely, set far in a 
> > > > > shadowy place; 
> > > > > White is the hunter's quarry, a lost-loved hu- 
> > > > > man face: 
> > > > > O hunting heart, shall you find it, with arrow 
> > > > > of failing breath, 
> > > > > Led o'er a green hill lonely by the shadowy 
> > > > > hound of Death? 
> > > > > 
> > > > > Green branches, green branches, you sing of 
> > > > > a sorrow olden, 
> > > > > But now it is midsummer weather, earth- 
> > > > > young, sunripe, golden: 
> > > > > Here I stand and I wait, here in the rowan- 
> > > > > tree hollow, 
> > > > > But never a green leaf whispers, "Follow, oh, 
> > > > > Follow, Follow!" 
> > > > > 
> > > > > O never a green leaf whispers, where the 
> > > > > green-gold branches swing: 
> > > > > O never a song I hear now, where one was 
> > > > > wont to sing 
> > > > > Here in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to 
> > > > > me still, 
> > > > > But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on 
> > > > > a lonely hill. 
> > > > Excellent, thanks. 
> > > Sooo much easier when posted here, I agree. 
> > Probably a forger, Jordy? ^^^^^^^^^^^^°°
> it was not me who posted that

As I suspected.

Good evening, Jordy.

🙂