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Time gets foreshortened late at night.
Jesus died a few days ago, my father
and sister just before lunch. At dawn
I fished, then hoed corn. Married at mid-morning,
wept for a second. We were poor momentarily
for a decade. Within a few minutes I made
a round-trip to Paris. I drank and ate during a parade
in my room. One blink, Red Mountain's still there.
-- Jim Harrison, "After Ikkyu"
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