
Femme assise sous un arbre - Braila - 23 Octobre 1918 - Crédit photo: © André Kertesz /Culture.gouv.fr/Médiathèque de l'Architecture & du Patrimoine
I keep finding you,
I bump into you – I bump into you in all kinds of places, places so different from the wood where I found you. Where we found each other.
I keep finding you,
But it isn’t you anymore – it isn't you that I keep finding at all those places, places so different from our wood of shadow and light.
The past is a place we forgot how to reach.
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