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G u y   T r a i b e r

S h o r t   L i n e s   o n   W i n t er

There is a canvas stretched in a frame on the easel. A man stands before it, listening to his heart’s prayers and imagining autumn leaves falling and gluing to the page. Later the weightless snow will come and turn the light off. The man will be able to go to sleep.


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