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walking through Burgundy night |
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limestone-carved cows: from their jaws a slow snoring |
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silent lightning in a last ravine of terracotta sky |
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crickets’ tiny territories, their electric alarms |
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the nightingale in a far tree: a chuckling spring |
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hidden hedgehog scuffling slowly past |
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honeysuckle filling the night with molten sweetness |
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hawkmoths rouletting for false glass-glints in the gravel |
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handful of stars in the long black hair of the sky |
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all the gates of the Kingdom
are open |
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(A night walk in Taizé )