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I looked out the window at dawn and saw a young apple treetranslucent in brightness.
And when I looked out at dawn once again, an apple tree laden withfruit stood there.
Many years had probably gone by but I remember nothing of whathappened in my sleep.
Czeslaw Milosz
Czesław Miłosz (30 June 1911 – 14 August 2004) was a Polish-American poet, prose writer, translator, and diplomat. Regarded as one of the great
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