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“There are certain half-dreaming moods of mind in which we naturally steal away from noise and glare, and seek some quiet haunt where we may indulge our reveries and build our air castles undisturbed.”
—Washington Irving, from The Legend of Sleepy Hollow and Other Stories (Penguin Classics, 1999)
“It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.”
—Don DeLillo, from White Noise (Viking, 1985)
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poetic narrative: it was a dream and then it was not
She knew my weakness, my weaknesses, with a sly smile. I kissed her hello, my fingers cupping the back of her neck, pulling her close for a warm second of contact. I felt the soft heat of her unrestrained under the silk blouse and when she sat down, for a moment, the bare contour of her breast…
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