[Whoever has no house will never build one now.]
Whoever is alone now will remain so,
will stay awake, read books, write long letters
and wander restless back and forth,
among the tree-lined streets, as the leaves drift down.


    — Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Autumn Day”, translated by Edward Snow

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