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剛剛在貼照片的時候,第三張照片突然讓我想到這首詩的片段。
[...] your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
[...] (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
e. e. cummings, "somewhere i have never travelled" .
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