“I’ve lost my way. It was so clear back then, I knew what I wanted, but I was unsure of myself…”
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The dream was a warning to me. With so many talents I could easily become a dilettante, spreading myself thin.
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“But you know, ever since my wife left I've been in a kind of sexual limbo…
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A small moment, a miracle, a bridge of laughter spanning the unknown.
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I’m dreaming of a white
Christmas on the road to
A desert golf course
Those two movements—lifting her shoulders and then her hips—will be what she remembered the most.
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Is not the literary mind
, in sum , defiant ?
they took their music and the
Feeling that they’d be
seventeen forever