A second ago it would have been easier to grasp a word and repeat it once and then again, any one of those phrases one utters alone in a room without mirrors to prove to oneself that it’s not certain, that we are still alive after all, but now with weightless hands night is lulling the furious tide, and one by one images recede, one by one words cover their faces.
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