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Séverine at the Albergo Ristorante
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29 Séverine at the Albergo Ristorante An early shower the morning after a storm And a desperate craving for coffee on the terrace. Vapors rising from the brilliant lake’s surface. The iron slatted chairs still wet where the wind Blew in the rain from the west. No waiters anywhere. The earth writing me down like a journal entry, Trying to write me in before I’m out. Me, unbearably Happy.To love well, I tellThirst, my companion, Is to live in mourning for the living.Why bother With sunrise if not to put the darkness behind us, To lavish attention on what wakes up, too? ...