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“I saw her everywhere. Holding a glass and staring in space. Lying down listening to records. Sadder then. She smokes innumerable cigarettes. She is pale and beautiful. But if you talk to her she doesn’t hear at all. As if something is happening – she alone hears it and is frightened. She holds your hand tight, tears, but is not there. I never touched her and I never took from her anything.”

Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Olga Broumas & T. Begley, from “The Presence,

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