Strangers Occur To Me
/“I'm all these words…
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…these words, all these strangers: who are like fathers to me who have thrown me out onto the street, and into the unpredictable world of my creation, my unimaginable freedoms and unquenchable desires. All they ask of me is not to come back, but bury images further and further beyond reach of the self…
By Jaié Miller
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