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the word is the water and the earth is the well. Everything rotates back to itself. In the temple such phrases are carved above the windows.
Sun up top, Grandpa Z says, land in the middle, blood down below. Lithuania: doormat of a thousand wars.
goodbye with see-through hands. Lots of things fade away but ghosts like these don’t, heartbreak like this doesn’t.
