Mirjam is gone

She loved the sun,she made us believe we are the Sun!

My dearest Mirjam, rest in peace. (Carla Bruni: Chanson Triste)

Summer — we all have seen
A few of us — believed
A few — the more aspiring
Unquestionably loved 

But Summer does not care
She goes her spacious way
As eligible as the moon
To our Temerity 

The Doom to be adored
The Affluence conferred
Unknown as to an Ecstasy
The Embryo endowed.
(Emily Dickinson)

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