A morning like all others. The cool light is impassive, without the former acrimony. The day has put off its petals, now that the night was gentle and dark, a vesture defeated

the words and warmth unhindered streams out in long redeeming waves, now that peace, after years, is found. Translated from the Dutch by Rob Hollis Miller

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