is in the wind, the fire world. The cities crackle.
halloo, the storm, the great storm is here.
A little girl is flying by the siblings.
A young car flees to Ithaca.
A way has lost its direction completely. The stars are
scraped the sky.
A lunatic is born too early. In San Francisco
the moon is broken.
Alfred Lichtenstein (1889 - 1914)
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