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... come alive again . Comes not out of the distance , is only the product of my longing . A breeze billows the doorway curtain into the dark lower room of my house . I continue on female with the small wind in the almond leaves . Some ...
... come alive again . Comes not out of the distance , is only the product of my longing . A breeze billows the doorway curtain into the dark lower room of my house . I continue on female with the small wind in the almond leaves . Some ...
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... comes toward me the empty street . I can tell I'm safe on because he moves all the way to the curb to let me pass . Then a car with people comes from the station , driving slowly on the ice . I am looking at the distance . A worn ...
... comes toward me the empty street . I can tell I'm safe on because he moves all the way to the curb to let me pass . Then a car with people comes from the station , driving slowly on the ice . I am looking at the distance . A worn ...
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... come to see me as a snake comes . It is beguiling to realize I am wrong in the same way year after year . To see how exact my role is . This time everything is clear . You will come to the small , dry house of yourself knowing how rare ...
... come to see me as a snake comes . It is beguiling to realize I am wrong in the same way year after year . To see how exact my role is . This time everything is clear . You will come to the small , dry house of yourself knowing how rare ...
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