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Oktobris 26., 2018
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touching you i say (it being Spring
and night) "let us go a very little beyond
the last road-- there's something to be found"
and smiling you answer "everything
turns into something else, and slips away. . . .
(these leaves are Thingish with moondrool
and i'm ever so very little afraid")
I say
"along this particular road the moon if you'll
notice follows us like a big yellow dog. You
don't believe? look back. (Along the sand
behind us, a big yellow dog that's. . . . now it's red
a big red dog that may be owned by who
knows)
only turn a litte your. so. And
there's the moon, there is something faithful and mad"
e.e.cummings
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