A man can give up so much, can limit himself to handwritten correspondence, to foods made of whole grains, to heat from a woodstove, logs hewn by his own hand and stacked neatly like corpses by the backdoor. He can play nocturnes by heart. They will not make the beloved appear. He can learn the … Continue reading Nocturne
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