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Kunama 1971


Dawn


The dawn was a silvery blanket separating the icy water froom the sky.
The ice was like a tear hanging from the face of a tree.
The people were like rats scattering from a prowling cat.
The wind was like a lion roaring through the trees.

Gunther Winne 23



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