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| Photo by Sue Watts |
'Here are gilt chairs in the empty, the expectant rooms, and flowers,
stiller, statelier, than flowers that grow, spread green, spread white, against
the walls. And on one small table is one
bound book. This is what I have dreamt;
this is what I have foretold. I am
native here. I tread naturally on thick
carpets. I slide easily on smooth-polished floors, I now begin to unfurl, in this
scent, in this radiance, as a fern when its curled leaves unfurl. I stop.
I take stock of this world. I
look among the groups of unknown people.
Among the lustrous green, pink, pearl- grey women stand upright the
bodies of men. They are black and white;
they are grooved beneath their clothes with deep rills.
Jinny in The Waves (73)
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