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Wherever the Notos blows
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2022-02-21 10:21
Hour by hour time by time up in the mountains close to the cave I have survived I have not survived like a worn by an autumn detached leaf following the winter a cold mother and her kiss wind full of contradirections Rather than being full of fear missing the roots I cannot revisit all of the sudden there is a Spring a thunder and worm soil my coffin There digested by those who need who will flourish touched by the son -Sun I am no longer a proud leaf I am a strong ash in the Sahara desert there is me multiplied by stars between the peaks all of them wherever the Notos blows until there is no ink
