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Nine Larch
Trees Drawer
Aveto Valley, fall in 2002.
Over the trees, a golden light traces a path among the
trunks.
There are nine larch trees in my forest:
One is for yesterday; one is for tomorrow.
One is for truth; one is for the omitted things.
One is for the promises, one for the failures.
One is for hope, one for regrets and one is for the questions to
which I have no answers.
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