#spring twilight

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The highway murmurs inaudibly from afar; along with the country road, silence languishes. And behind the forests and high hills, in the middle of the open fields, a lonely house lurked…

[ About the belarusian village of Bushmin in Tolochinsky district ]

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Lighting One Candle

“ The light of a candle

is transferred to another candle—

Spring twilight ”

— Yosa Buson

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At Krupki station, Minsk region

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Weren't we standing in the same wind? We are strangers

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And when the night begins to fall from the black oaks, darkening, our despair will sing solemnly in the quiet call of the nightingale

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April 27, 2025; part twelve

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No one will notice how much is missing inside, will they? // March 23rd