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II The teacher and her pupil sat by the river holding hands and trading adjectives of admiration. Luna looked down upon the playful couple and blessed their union. They were pioneers on the frontier of a New World, like Balboa, first to see the ocean and imagine humanity. As the poet bloomed so did his passion but she came in colours like paint on the stone of his heart, he was stricken by a stolen valor and the river churned on; it spoke to them in drum-tongue. Hyacinths filled the air, her lungs heaved on the perfume, more accustomed to roses. Listen well, Bok Hane, her words are wise and there is no turning back from this journey.