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Tomas S. Butkus Wraithes choose the
shadows of plains. Secluded corners and obscure blind alleys. They are always
pursuing someone. The living avoid them. Once when i was walking in
Rokantiškės (the beautiful Vilnius region of hills where people usually go
during Vėlinės, the Day of the Dead) I noticed some of them. One was sitting
quietly on a stump and eating grass. The other, settled in the sand close to
the first one, was looking at the eggs he has just dug up. I stopped for a
while. Translated by A. Fomina, K. Sh. Keys © Amber-Chamber studio, MMIII << e10 |
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