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Esti atat de frumoasa, iarna!
Campul intins pe spate, langa orizont, si copacii opriti, din fuga crivatului... imi tremura narile si nici o mireasma, si nici o boare, doar mirosul indepartat, de gheata, al sorilor. Ce limpezi sunt mainile tale, iarna! Si nu trece nimeni doar sorii albi se rotesc linistit, idolatru si gandul creste in cercuri sonorizand copacii cate doi, cate patru.
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