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We are old, brother tortoise, you and I,
Yet you shall live for decades when I die.
I paint a name and date beneath your shell;
Walk freely, ancient one; I wish you well.
It is wrong to carve names on trees or paint them beneath a tortoise’s undercarriage. But perhaps, in the circumstances, I may be forgiven. In any case, it will wear off over time.
