{"id":419,"date":"2004-07-28T13:23:22","date_gmt":"2004-07-28T12:23:22","guid":{"rendered":"\/?p=419"},"modified":"2004-07-28T13:23:22","modified_gmt":"2004-07-28T12:23:22","slug":"circles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/2004\/07\/28\/circles\/","title":{"rendered":"circles"},"content":{"rendered":"

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i’m an instant and i’m patient as a century, and i hold back what i look back and i taste the taste,
\ni contemplate for a moment just a fragment, i can’t see from a distance, i walk further to discover what i’m not able to focus,
\ni’m a passage and a way, i open doors, i look in and i wait, i’m a lake with tides, i come to lick your feet and withdraw and hide,
\ni’m no one in the frame, i’m the picture, maybe i’m blur, maybe i’m also the walker, maybe i must stay and maybe i must wander,
\nthis was a year ago, and this was tomorrow, i’m an instant and i’m patient as a century, i’m a circle and i’m the center, i’m where i’ve begun and i’m my own end…<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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