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Wednesday, July 20, 2022

'The bridge of logs is black and twisted,' by Anna Akhmatova

 The bridge of logs is black and twisted,

The burdocks stand shoulder high,
And a thick forest of nettles sings
Of how the bright sickle will never reap here.
At evening over the lake there's a sighing,
And rough moss creeps along the walls.

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