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    These few images are only an attempt to live the night, the darkness, the silence, the solitude shared.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark 
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
* W. Shakespeare; SONNET CXVI