I see the wind in winter, walk past the line of sight like
a playful grumpy child I have the feeling of listening to myself intact in
the memory I see the wind's unruly face as rough as a icy rain Now all things are Stagnant to the north, the day is whiter than white, and the night continues to lengthen because of the white sky. The voice is lowered, and occasionally there is nothing completely bright. The scenery is not warm, nor kind. I see children in winter lying dead in the snow, showing something similar to A really stupid smile A dog is panting warmly beside him as if about to tear his arms fluffy toy on an empty bench in the park There are people standing hurriedly and messily kissing deep in the ground, passing through Seeds change I see all the people come and go like sheep Eyes are quiet like congealed milk The bare tree is slanting it is the Adam's apple that twitches all winter
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