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In The Beginning, When The World Was New And Nothing Had A Name, My Father Took Me To See The Ice.

I Always Had Understood That Dying Of Love Was Mere Poetic License.

Her Heart Of Compressed Ash, Which Had Resisted The Most Telling Blows Of Daily Reality Without Strain, Fell Apart With The First Waves Of Nostalgia.

Fiction Was Invented The Day Jonas Arrived Home And Told His Wife That He Was Three Days Late Because He Had Been Swallowed By A Whale.

There [is] No Innocence More Dangerous Than The Innocence Of Age.