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Hits hard to my soul
“Look, I’m smiling at you, I’m smiling in you, I’m smiling through you. How can I be dead if I breathe in every quiver of your hand?”
— Andrei Donatovich Sinyavsky, from Fantastic Stories; “The Icicle,”
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