Dawn
Dawn, like stalks of rose-wheat or a distended expansion of Sunlight, saturating the fields, and ready to rupture like the the lover's momentary sigh.
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"Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no...
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