This Strangeness in my Life
on July 22, 2015
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It is so hard to see where it is, but it is there even in the morning when the miracle of shapes assemble and become familiar, but not quite; and the echo of a voice, now changed, utterly dissociated, as though all warmth and shared sweetness had never been. It is this alien space, not stark as the moon, but … Read More
