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The natural propensity of language at that time of the morning, crossing the bridge between sleep & wakefulness, toward metaphor. However, I simply told her that in wanting to compare her body to something there was nothing to compare it with, whereupon she told me of her own “Beauty & the Beast Dream.”

“There was a large man with balding red hair & a back filled with tattoos, who wanted to impress a young girl he loved by hunting down & offering her 300 oysters, but the father would have none of it, so the old sailor simply went over & sat with the young girl on a bench, where they were so happy next to the bag of the possibility of 300 pearls.”



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