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3 Do I dare go on existing. A few tales, told at last. to push something out a little beyond the horizon - no one caring much. The painter fighting, just for ground on which his easel may stand, the writer for his quiet room, his thoughts word fitted against word as salves.

I take you very close to myself because I feel in you brotherhood in it - whatever it is.

S.A.