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The pond behind your uncle’s house froze over every winter. In a recurring dream from your childhood you are digging down under the snow, under the ice, and beneath that thick layer there are fruit tress growing and wolves sleeping beneath them. Their teeth are sharp and their eyes are hungry, but they are friendly. You somehow thought this
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This is beautiful.
I think you are my favorite author.
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