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Nature holds up a mirror.
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Brightness appears showing us everything
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its walls are sponges,
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The body of this night
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Make what you will of this gift.
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There was another silence
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that sounds like someone’s rough fingers weaving
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The winter web, the winter woven, wind and wind,
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back to the bright sea
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rode the gondola up the mountain