No one can stop the stream.
Something visible and invisible is coming from my back and overtakes me, coming from right and cutting across in front of me, then fading into left.
The least I can do is try to freeze the light, and put the moment on my desk.
December 22, 2010
Winter rain
The rain has washed away all of the autumn.
The memory of the harvest will also disappear soon.
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