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He sat on the balcony trying to touch the fingers of the wind playing with his hair. When the wind moved a flower he would say it was a hand. When lightning flashed across the sky he would say it was a glance, a smile that might have left lips to come and rest with him. *** He sat on the balcony trying to think of some people to fill the empty seats around him. _______________ Translated by Anne Fairbairn
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