I love the atmosphere. And the cinematography. And the sound of words. And the fall images. A poem about a sort of loneliness. Precise, beautiful, bitter, useful. Love and words and thoughts and illusions. And something escaping to each definition because itself defines all. Two women. The words of one. And the frame of a special, deep personal universe.
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