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By nicky_heart
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04/30/2023 18:27:43
Suddenly you step, my beloved Rosine, wrapped into the wind, brightly into brightness, as if singled out, while now the room as though cut to fit behind you fills the door darkly like the ground of cameo, that lets a glimmer through at the edges; and you think the dawn wasn't there before you stepped out, and on the railing set forth just a little of yourself, just your hands, to be completely light: as if passed on by the rows of houses to the heavens, to be swayed by everything beautiful on this lovely Monday morning....
Robert   |
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