Our doom is, to be sifted by the wind, heaped up, smoothed down like silly sands. We are less permanent than thought.
我们的命运，被风筛过，堆积起来，像愚蠢的沙子一样被磨平。我们并不像思想那么永恒。
-- Basil Bunting 邦廷
Our doom is, to be sifted by the wind, heaped up, smoothed down like silly sands. We are less permanent than thought.
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