Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and — In the tall, dried grasses a goat stirs with muzzle searching the ground. My head is in the air but who am I . . . ? — and my heart stops amazed at the thought of love vast and grey yearning silently over me.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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