A word drops into the mistlike a child’s ball into high grasswhere it remains seductivelyflashing and glinting untilthe gold bursts are revealed to besimply field buttercups.Word/mist, word/mist: thus it was with me.
– Louise Glück –
Faithful and Virtuous Night
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