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Show IF YOU WERE HERE The sun enters through the woods on the hillside. Its first light embraces each tree and the entire earth appears changed. The night is released and I feel the darkness as if it were a breeze, escaping. If you were here, I would show you how the trees flare like feathers and new shadows, lingering as if abandoned, roam the landscape. I'd point out how the rooftops of the small homes in the valley seem to be scales on the skin of a strange animal, and the halves of the open bridge over the river, hands, separate. But even in this brightness I'd be able to display places the night has never left. |
