Philosophy First Chapter by Patrick A. Durantou - HTML preview

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I see the country twirl night,

sometimes. When people cross their

Silence in principle mirror backup

instant. I see the clouds

              I face a memory,

              The shadow shakes night :

              I see the nearest to the distant,

From there, and besides, I return.

              I see the country dance night before the window,

              The lighted windows and I see

Then, as a future ad hidden in the habit of days …