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This is how
we are, we said. So many voices in your own country, how these
lives are led. It's somehow essential, the framing, in half-shadow as if a
movie. I said this often, as if I'd entered one and lived there now.
Here we return, too quiet, you and the river trading places. It's all in
mourning. This is obvious now. You're standing trying to catch my eye but
you're doing it in silhouette, trapped in
amber as you always said.
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