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To emerge out of the mineral feeling young and with very little dust left clinging, to be mistaken for naïve
after so much traveling—it is a rare gift to continue. I read in my thoughts there was a darkness—call it
solitude and felt for myself. It was not me, and it was not my story. But I am tenderly impressed by the
sublime—a boat, an earthquake, a narrative of history to revive against, like standing in that cold current
and waiting to be taken or to withdraw. I never know which it will be because I choose to wait.
