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“It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.” ~ Arthur Rimbaud, from “Alchemy of the Word”
“a taste which I have in my soul depresses me.” ~ Pablo Neruda, from “Dream Horse” Sunday afternoon. Sunny and not too hot, 83 degrees. I am in a very, very strange place today. Partia…