White light over white fields
beyond the brown road, sharp
lines of water running on the
window glass; and briefly
tempted to go out and walk
amidst all that, but why
on this late hour to do
more than let all flow like
the slow clouds, white
banners haphazardly thrown
on the chill sky...
12.-28.04.2023
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