Cinderella met a man in a hole. Even in a field
Of plenty, an absence is something to behold.
There is something that I need to tell you,
Something that has never been told: tell,
In the Indo-European language family, has
Its origins in counting, in enumeration. Stories
Are recounted. But epic, in the same family,
Has its roots in song. To number or to sing,
To counter or to celebrate, half of the whole thing.
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