I already know the dangers of exploration.
Not everything searched for is lost.
If I became snowblind while walking alone in our Arctic,
and your words froze in the air, 92 more words
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In crooked streets young voices cry flowers (16).
Cummings, E.E. Paris. Seghers, Paris, 2014.
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