Signs if not wonders

‘It was as if something in me took all that was new and made it old. Or as if God lowered his lids on all I saw and withdrew into himself, from the nothing new. Things died before they grew. No one could live like that, so flat for so long. But here and there I saw signs if not wonders, living songs. Here and there I saw you undressing for me again, our smiles floating in the air.’


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