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Fragments from the dream life of a young man.
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- From the high cliff we see the whole school swimmi...
- A traveling love affair with Audrey, from which I ...
- We cannot pack our baby wallabee, I am told, altho...
- I will my way through a sequence of book covers, e...
- My lover dreams that, in the deli aisle, we see a ...
- Through an old-fashioned front-loading washing mac...
- A gaunt Nordic man pulls me aside in a strange mix...
- Woken by a wash of light, I squint my way to the u...
- At my Sunday School class, which is now all grown ...
- A sea voyage in fragments.
- My mother tells me that her father died. "When?" I...
- My father convinces me to postpone my trip to trav...
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