it is we who walk in the trees THIS comes right at last.!

one clear, burnished, isolated being, unique, She drips herself with water, and her shoulders

The sharp begetting, or the child begot? After much struggling and loss in love and in the world of man, the protagonist throws in his lot with a woman who is already married. Together they go into another country, she perforce leaving her children behind. The conflict of love and hate goes on between the man and the woman, and between these two and the world around them, till it reaches some sort of conclusion, they transcend into some condition of blessedness I try to remember it is also well between us.