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You walk for days among trees and among stones.

Rarely does the eye light on a thing,

and then only when it has recognized that thing as the sign

of another thing: a print in the sand indicates

the tiger's passage; a marsh announcesa a

vein of water; the hibiscus flower, the end of winter.

All the rest is silent and interchangeable;

trees and stones are only what they are.