Quid nunc iungentia mirer aut quid partitis distantia tecta trichoris? quid te, quae mediis servata penatibus arbor tecta per et postes liquidas emergis in auras, quo non sub domino saevas passura bipennes? at nunc ignaro forsan vel lubrica Nais vel non abruptos tibi debet Hamadryas annos.
Why now should I wonder at connecting structures or those distanced in separate stories? Why at the tree preserved in the dwellings midst, rising through ceilings and doorways to emerge in the open, sure to suffer the cruel ax under any other master? But now it may be that some lithe Naiad or Hamadryad owes you unbroken years, to you unknown.
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