Get in, get out. Don't linger. Go on.
That's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.
I dressed and went for a walk - determined not to return until I took in what Nature had to offer.
And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.
In short, everything about his life was different for him at the bottom of that well.
Write about what you know, and what do you know better than your own secrets?