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Attila
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Attila climbs two steps. He and Thalia holding hands:
"Finally we are born from our children in the majesty of day."
"….Free before our kin."
"We are beyond utopia."
"And because we are on this side of history." "We are in panoramic limbo."
"Because we are present."
"….We hear the substitute's secret passion."
"And we touch the banister of spring running a hand over evening."
"….We sense the wrinkling of celestial bodies."
"And the brush of the wrinkles."
"We feel the leap's contraction."
"….We think the sense that calms the voice."
"The sense of grace."
"….We laugh inwardly at others."
"We laugh the outsides of the allusion."
"Finally we are born from our children in the majesty of day."
"….Free before our kin."
"We are beyond utopia."
"And because we are on this side of history." "We are in panoramic limbo."
"Because we are present."
"….We hear the substitute's secret passion."
"And we touch the banister of spring running a hand over evening."
"….We sense the wrinkling of celestial bodies."
"And the brush of the wrinkles."
"We feel the leap's contraction."
"….We think the sense that calms the voice."
"The sense of grace."
"….We laugh inwardly at others."
"We laugh the outsides of the allusion."
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June 12, 2025
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June 12, 2025
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June 12, 2025
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"To go from the beginning and not enter till the end. To go today now and not enter into today forever….you remain in your place like a cornered convict and wherever you move the center moves with you…. Red summer bombyx remaining in the cocoon you made of yourself you stay in yourself you die in yourself winter spring and autumn one after another."
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June 14, 2025
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"Feral trees preferred ravines to roads...
Farsighted hordes of oak groves...airier than craters. And so corralled, the georgic valley issued emissaries like a man's eye on a woman's hair. And through the highest pass the bloodless sky descended to beg indolence from the granite."
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Farsighted hordes of oak groves...airier than craters. And so corralled, the georgic valley issued emissaries like a man's eye on a woman's hair. And through the highest pass the bloodless sky descended to beg indolence from the granite."
June 30, 2025
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Finished Reading
