
Reminiscent of a day when we used to fish in lakes with our shoelaces untied, hike with walking sticks too feeble to hold us up, and eat on the outsides of our cheeks.
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"The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the names of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality."
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