Noril’sk
it is 25 April and snowing in Noril’sk :
is that past your past, is that something lost?
Нет, не забываешь ты о нем.
I am also sure, when we wonder we are fantasy :
all of memory is a book while fancy is a film, a telescope.
fantasy is looking up, it is just looking upto these stars, yes these, and there I spy a plane
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