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Sunday


SUNDAY

The awakening of an icy lake.

Finding a foot between the sheets.

The music of a foreign train or 

being drunk at breakfast.

The grass tickling my face or

feeling the flies walking over me. 

The smell of turpentine on the skin.

Rushing to feel calm.

The sun before the moon.


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