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13/78

Each eye keeps its own time
It’ll never happen but we’ll see it

Old man, small dog
reliable railway foliage
brambled down to the track

A crossing bell, February
Snow piled round the stepstones

Sometimes it feels like Chekhov-brand wallpaper
Sometimes the true, unchanging line

you’ve seen slide by
through a curved window
fogged with crystals

cryptic and disappearing

14/77

Anatomy of a Sentence: Antoine de Saint-Exupéry