(30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004 / Kedainiai)

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Window

I looked out the window at dawn and saw a young apple tree
translucent in brightness.

And when I looked out at dawn once again, an apple tree laden with
fruit stood there.

Many years had probably gone by but I remember nothing of what
happened in my sleep.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003


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