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/////this text was sent as a letter in summer 2010:


then we are alone / then the labyrinth walls are full of nothing, then we wait for the birds to save us, to save us, then they come but they can’t

they don’t know what to do then they leave us, and we look at them and we envy the trees, we want to be birdhouses, then we cry, run to the sea,

try to breath, we swimm across a dream, we swimm across the ocean we feel the water we feel our body we must remain there we must remain there then we remember then we look for the word then we lose it again because there is no word there is no word there is no word only

stones only stones only me only me ---

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Taken on October 22, 2010