Rattling of the sand under the heels. Grace and pang and sweetness. Things go on this way, And the sultry westher feels tart. Visit my daydreams unless I am back to severe frosts, To the ulcer of the crude North. Things to learn from the daily experience Of being adored. December,2022; Sochi.
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