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2008-02-08
field recording


I place a grey field between us. You leave quickly, because you don't like grey fields. You don't like emptiness.

I've been here a long time and have changed nothing. The field is still grey. It it still empty. Though I try, I can't forget the color of your voice.

I can't forget that you were near and that I was away.



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