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Pro: Sarton

A writer, if they wish to be called a writer,
says Ibu May,
who wants to knit
daily traces,
must shake facing
every
single thing
out there,
and not only
against what colours
their mind creates,
must be startled by
cats they care for,
the tips of tall grasses,
and what
they take in
from
reading before
their Sleep.
 
Cinangka, January 1, 2018

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