Parading

Things floating like the first hundred flakes of snow

Out of a storm we must endure all night,
Out of a storm we must endure all night,
Out of a storm we must endure all night,
Out of a storm of secondary things),
Out of a storm of secondary things),
A horror of thoughts that suddenly are real. —Wallace Stevens
A horror of thoughts that suddenly are real.
—Wallace Stevens

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