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Monday, September 10, 2018

black mists in gusty nooks are blowing

An Old Woman Passes:

Think of her, O man, and think how we
In this world remain a prodigy,
Since we humans into time have hurled!
How in the Unknown we dangle, gasping,
Looming shadows all about us grasping
Soul and body, crushed in their strange clasping.
This world cannot be the only world.

Franz Werfel.


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