But the memory of that summer
is like a dream to me...
a dream of music that is
both heard and imagined...
that seems to be both itself
and its own echo.
When I remember it,
I think of it as dancing...
dancing as if language
had surrendered to movement...
dancing as if language
no longer existed...
because words were
no longer necessary.
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