An open window in a country house ~ and you almost stepped out pensive to meet me. Streets that I chanced on, you had just walked down them and vanished. And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and startled gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows, perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, spearate in the evening...
Rainer Maria Rilke
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