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Like Being a Child

Like being a child and an enormous insult is pulled over your head like a sack; through the sack’s stitches you catch a glimpse of the sun and hear the cherry trees humming.But this doesn’t help, the great affront covers your head and torso and knees and though you move sporadically you can’t take pleasure in the spring.Yes, shimmering wool hat, pull it down over the face and stare through the weave. On the bay, water-rings teem soundlessly. Green leaves are darkening the land.