And suddenly, it was the middle of the night. And the day was gone. And nothing happened. I mean, you don't remember anything. Except it was pandemic and it didn't and and people were ...
Flowers, silken from rain water and embraced from thick emptiness, They mourn with me. The children, circle-jumping, evaporated, The silence has taken them. ...
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