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light blinds the animals. they

await the night, she is more likely their

messiah than ours

I went out to see the sea from my terrace.

it looked at me. I understood that

I mustn't launch myself into

its fierce waves

put out your lights before going to sleep.

the sun kissed you, leaving

burns on your face. it

returned to its solitude

from Return from London

Sarah Riggs, translation from
the French written by Etel Adnan

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