Then talk to me, my Love…I keep inviting you for more than one year…
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Turning the sweet, bored Aussie…infinite ecstasy…
…expedition on The Land of Candor…trumpets and bells and peony-love on the Hills and Dimples…love-squeeeeeeze…turning the sweet, bored Aussie again…lily-storm on The Path, down in the bazaar…lost in sweets and scandal…climbing, slipping, landing…ignition…lost in you…
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I’m not sad, my Love…
…this dream helped me to realize, or rather to acknowledge, what I’ve already known: we were meant to remain tangential and silent, both at the R1/R2 border and in R2.
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OOOh, my Love…don’t be…his body is ashes, his spirit is busy giving autographs in R2…
I dreamed of him a few weeks ago. I don’t know if it was a significant dream or merely the projection of my past wishful thinking—maybe both. I was in a huge, white, cylinder-shaped building bathed in sunshine, with a huge spiral stair and spiral windows through which I could see a beautiful blue sky. In front of me,
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