I forgive what love would never have forgiven. Between rendezvous and letter no eternity passes, only a few days or weeks. My trips with them always turn out well. Concerts are heard. Cathedrals are toured.
Landscapes are distinct.
And when seven rivers and mountains come between us, they are rivers and mountains well known from any map. They don't even know how much they carry in their empty hands. People on the Bridge Strange planet and strange people on it. They yield to time, but they don't want to recognize time. They have their ways of expressing resistance.