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23.11.13

Night Walk….

And the night smells like snow.
Walking home for a moment
you almost believe you could start again.
And an intense love rushes to your heart,
and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.
Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night Walk” from God’s Silence
C. Maxwell Morris

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