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Dying – you can’t do that to a cat.

Wislawa Szymborska

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Poorly prepared for the dignity of life, I barely keep up with the pace of the action imposed. Reality demands.
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I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.
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I am who I am. A coincidence no less unthinkable than any other.
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I slide my arm from under the sleeper’s head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.
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