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Dido with a pointed hat and a linen veil. Dido, a Syrian bride surrounded by white witches.
(Witches make wine. Sweet wines of Hungary, red wines of Styria, wines as unctuous as raspberry ink. In the deep prairie they sit in circles sprout up suddenly after the rain.)
Aldebaran, Altair. A bright abacus for the nocturnal hours.
Dido extends the skin of a calf, deep blue and splashed with white sparks and rays. There the archon's palace will be erected, with its light filtered by selenite windows.
Behind an indigo tree, a determined guardian of the landscape, the old town can barely be sensed. The rain has devoured it and birds don't exist anymore.
October 31st, 2019.
