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Walking and sitting and talking with him, it became clear
that there was a difference between us. For him dreams
were structured like a flower, and he moved languidly
and easily in them. Whereas myself – I rode my dreams
as a fast and dangerous car, one hand on the wheel and
the other answering the telephone, taking messages
from animals on a staticky line.

Lila Matsumoto

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