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They dared to welcome your gaze over the moor. Not the veiled eyes, from which you rub dreams and nightmares. Did you greet back? What drew itself into you—springs, rock, creatures, storm, rain, the counting rhymes of the seasons—nothing reprehensible, nothing that couldn’t have found a place in greetings and letters. You did not greet […]... mehr auf medusasmile.wordpress.com