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Dec 2024
It rained.
The cows begin to run.
The owner
slows his steps and thinks
they’ll be waiting by the house.
He enters a small shed
to hide from the rain.
The smell of sweat rises,
what the water couldn’t wash away.
The air is saturated
with the scent of nature.
This is how it is in the summer.
He smokes a cigarette,
it’s pleasant.
Mari Chubinidze
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