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Nance sees into the heart of the Land as if it were a split reed.
— Reed (plant)
Nance sees into the heart of the Land as if it were a split reed.
Those tall flowering-reeds which stand,By some remote dynasty of dead gods.
Where there are no reeds, it is the worst of all poverty.
Conceived by no father, conceived by no mother, the reed came out of the breast of the storm.
