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A Note

Life is the only way to get covered in leaves,

catch your breath on the sand, rise on wings;
to be a dog, or stroke its warm fur;
to tell pain from everything it's not;
to squeeze inside events, dawdle in views,

to seek the least of all possible mistakes.

An extraordinary chance to remember for a moment

a conversation held with the lamp switched off;
and if only once to stumble upon a stone,

end up soaked in one downpour or another,
mislay your keys in the grass;

and to follow a spark on the wind with your eyes;

and to keep on not knowing something important.

-Wislawa Szymborska

(found via 37 days- see link on my sidebar)

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