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| Photo courtesy of Susan Watts |
But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? -- the entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in,
in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the
world--a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its
lantern restlessly
up
and down the dark corridors.
"An Unwritten Novel" (CSF 120)
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