Postcards

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Possibly my favourite poet, Czesław Miłosz, looking dapper in a suit and poetry. The words on this one are especially faint so this is what they read:

I wish I had spoken then;
a voice for neither fear
nor pain but forlorn certainty.
I fell down hard.

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