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i am of the ebbing water...
of the leaves which tremble nudged by the sound of wind which flies by in haste...
i am of the evening which cannot fall asleep...
it stubbornly stares with the hungry eyes of stars
i am the rasped voice dumbly silent...
over me the days on huge empty wingspans
pass on by...

beata wagner
P H O T O G R A P H Y
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