At noon we would gaze toward the sea somehow at a loss among the sounds of cicadas, among the leaves — scattered looks so that we wouldn’t see what we’d already seen. In the evening the shade hid our separate shadows. […] The night smelled of extinguished candles. — Yiannis Ritsos
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