Rain   The scent of black soil. Slush on the canal banks, along the shacks sluggishly pressed against each other. Nobody talks about the world outside.   Beyond the darkness the fiercely rising river. No stars shiver in it. A glowworm, generous in its light, flies me into darkness.   From some doorway small notes […]

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