The lake: shape of a dress thrown haphazardly onto the
ground.
One evening late, all
the people of the village came to divest
themselves of their
sins, washed them into the lake,
which swallowing , simultaneously caught hold of the sky,
held it in a petrified grasp; sky that never had a care.
Two swans, two mute glories, some distance apart;
two matches frozen at
the point of flaming appeared on the
water
at the precise moment of the immersion. People say
their plumage shone with unearthly brightness. It is said in the village
that they appear every time a sinner divests himself of his sin;
that the light is the light of innocence.
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