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No more summer weather
Collar up, neck down.
Walking by the river
Strange Ducks
Submarine operators
Ripples, curved reflections.
dark
When the wind blows, the reeds float coldly.
I’m afraid to go too far.
I’m afraid that the rain will trap me.
Like the wind trapping the clouds
A cloud traps the rain.
I’m walking by the river.
A man absorbing the silence of the river
Nobody knows.
My body flows
Its entire vein
