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«en plötslig destination utan namn»

Perhaps there are places within us where we haven’t been?

and I thought about that we are made of water, longing
and the dust particles in the wind that blows

coolness in our faces in the evening

We have learned to delete each unnecessary word,
but it is not simple to know always what
is necessary and the September day
stands still and radiant against the window, the eyes
easily fill with tears