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The eremitic heart elicits elation from its own beating, or so it has of necessity come to be.

Its blood once pumped plentifully to the abstrusest places, diminutive droplets canvassing the sempiternal sea.

Until at once a seething realization swept across its sweeping fluidity, rendering them budding beads of bother.

Its current is confined to the constitution of but one heart, never shall it simmer in the chambers of some other.