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by awinter-py
2045 days ago
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In an old house there is always listening,
and more is heard than is spoken.
And what is spoken remains in the room,
waiting for the future to hear it.
And whatever happened
begins in in the past,
and presses hard on the future. The agony in the curtained bedroom, whether of birth or of dying, gathers into itself all the voices of the past, and projects them into the future. |
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