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Two scholars sit — not in a café,
But on the edge of thought,
Their words not sipped, but poured —
Warm drafts of reason, stirred with care.
One speaks of laws like living trees,
The other, stars of speech unseen.
One holds the thread of equity,
The other weaves it into dreams.
They do not speak to win, or prove —
But to discover what the other sees.
And in that space — between the lines —
A quiet light begins to breathe.