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When he told a story, you could smell the fire,
You could see the night and hear the snapping
Sparks. An island rose from the sea,
And after the glow and the thunderclapping,
The rain fell and the hot rock hissed,
The earth accumulated, the seeds grew
Into vines and trees, and the smell of blossoms
Where the listeners walked on an avenue.
Yaacov David Shulman