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The Days In The Blackberries Field R71

Weird time comes sometimes
in the Blackberries Field.

Strange, very strange but
there’s no death or birth.

Everything stands still,
nothing moves.

Those who happen to be here
give no sign of life.

Just some of them,
from time to time,
whisper in their own beard
trying not to be noticed.

No one comes.
No one goes.

The gatekeeper was dismissed.
He was idle for months.

Nowadays, his job became
the one of the extinct crafts.

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