1. The absence of Presence
The Romans are approaching. We wallow in callous pettiness. The city will fall soon.
2. The presence of Absence
They are despoiling the sanctuary. We wail in piteous grief. Sun and moon are eclipsed. Horror.
3. The presence of Presence
It’s all over now. The dew washes clean our punished world. A lilac is blooming.
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