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  • This foot, as a pendant to all the antique statues where it is missing.

    This beloved foot I would watch every morning, coming out of the blankets as she was sleeping.
    All that remains.
    Of a life together, erased, the body, the words.

    A life together, in what seems now a distant era.
    A civilization lost, the middle-class dream of the Greek aughts.
    Burnt down at the dawn of the big collapse.

    Together and yet, remains the lonely happiness of contemplating her foot.
    As a trace, a link between past and present ruins.
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