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176 LiryDram
styczeń–marzec 2025
Maria Duszka ***
a walk through the fields
a cold wind blows through me
I am within myself
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a meadow near the forest
an invisible choir of crickets under the baton of the sun
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I take photos of this countryside as if kissing
the body of the beloved Man
– place to place
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the family of the deceased in front of the hospital like ravens in the snow