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Every morning: the Eskimos untie their dogs: 
and somewhere disappear with them
I'll go and see the place once:
can be pick up there happy uproar and white pleasure:
and sometimes:
there is a record about an overturn of history
in the snow:

I have a feeling: that: when I fall asleep at opera: and
then: I walk up from a passage - I'm still wrapped in wolf voices