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I picked up the whole shot again,
adding the somewhat hazy end,

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the frame trembling under the force of the wind
beating us down on the cliff:

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everything I had cut in order to tidy up, and that said
better than all the rest what I saw in that moment,

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why I held it at arms length, at zooms length,
until its last twenty-fourth of a second.

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The city of Heimaey spread out below us.
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And when five years later my friend Haroun Tazieff sent me the film
he had just shot in the same place

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I lacked only the name to learn that
nature performs its own dondo-yaki;

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the island's volcano had awakened.
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I looked at those pictures, and it was as
if the entire year '65 had just been covered with ashes.

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So, it sufficed to wait and the planet itself
staged the working of time.

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I saw what had been my window again.
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I saw emerge familiar roofs and balconies,
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the landmarks of the walks I took through town every day,
down to the cliff where I had met the children.

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The cat with white socks that Haroun had been considerate
enough to film for me naturally found its place.

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And I thought, of all the prayers to time that had studded this trip
the kindest was the one spoken by the woman of Gotokuji,

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who said simply to her cat Tora,
"Cat, wherever you are, peace be with you."


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