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· October 2004 ·

A view (15)

Waterfront park, ca. 6.30 a.m.

I looked, as if for the first time. I looked at people and at the order of things for the first time and I saw, I saw simply, and understood simply, understood with every last drop of me all of it – how people have set things up – isn’t the real thing. And so it will not be that way, because I do not wish it.

Lydia Zinovieva-Annibal
The Tragic Menagerie
tr. Jane Costlow
p.60.

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