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Morning
Yannis Ritsos
She opened the shutters. She hung the sheets over the sill. She saw the day.
A bird looked at her straight in the eyes. ‘I am alone,’ she whispered.
‘I am alive.’ She entered the room. The mirror too is a window.
If I jump from it I will fall into my arms.

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