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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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