Idet ho lyfte handa, for å ta tekanna, kom eit blindande ljos-, var ikkje meir, alt var borte, dei var borte, omlaga til damp og sky, gåtefullt, oppstigande og stumt.
—from Regn i Hiroshima, a poem by Tarjei Vesaas
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