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It's the only vegetable or fruit that is never sold frozen, canned, processed, cooked, or in any other form but fresh
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
It regulates our daily movements, but it feels no interest in our lives. It directs us when to come and go, but does not care if we pay attention. What is it?
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.