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Octavio Paz

to remember that a waterfall is a girl coming down the stairs dying of
laughter,
to see the sun and its planets swinging on the trapeze of the horizon,
to learn to see so that things will see us and come and go through our
seeing,
living alphabets that send out roots, shoot up, bud, flower, fly off, scatter,
fall.

— Octavio Paz, from “A Fable of Joan Miro,” A Tree Within (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1988)

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