human
For you the crystal, she whispered,
gpt
she said, fixing her eyes on the polished depths before her.
human
Visions of love and death--of pain and parting; one, if clear, yet recedes far into the past....
gpt
I see you with a woman standing in a garden; behind you both is a great expanse of water. She is so like you that I think she must be your mother. She wears her grey hair in Madonna bands; she puts her arms round your neck; as she does so, I see on her left hand one ring--the ring which you are now wearing, and which I am now touching. She, your mother, is bidding you good-bye, she knows that she will never see you again, but you do not know it, so she smiles, for she is a brave woman----