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In Our Age, If A Boy Or Girl Is Untalented, The Odds Are In Favor Of Their Thinking They Want To Write.

Those Who Are Willing To Be Vulnerable Move Among Mysteries.

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.

I Always Felt Mean, Jogging Back Over The Logging Road,as If I Had Broken The Natural Order Of Things In That Swampland;disturbed Some Rhythm, Old And Of Vast Importance,by Pulling Off Flesh From The Living Planet;as If I Had Committed, Against The Whole Scheme Of Life, A Desecration.

Teach As An Old Fishing Guide Takes Out A Beginner.