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by Chase Twichell
Who are you, austere1 little cloud drawn2 to this page, this sky in the dream I'm having of meeting you here? There should be a word that means "tiny sky." Probably there is, in Japanese. A verbal Polaroid of a Polaroid. But you're the sky, not a cloud. I'm the cloud. I gather and dissipate, but you are always here. Leave a message for me if you can. Break a twig3 on the lilac, or toss a few dried petals4 on the hood5 of my car. May neither of us forsake6 the other. The cloud persists in the darkness, but the darkness does not persist. 点击收听单词发音
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