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“Each day is somewhat lighter than the last.

In the air, in the wind, I sign my name.”

– Bo Carpelan, Urwind

“the sun shines on the red wall and the wall is warm.

I feel it with my hand, I put my cheek against it.”

– Jaan Kaplinski, The wandering border