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23 The plATeAu The climb was long and often dangerous, there were recriminations, stumblings, and yet never did I desire another for my companion on this path so at last we have gained the plateau the delicacy with which we attend to one another’s liberty is remarkable our demons sleep in their caves like angry children who have sobbed themselves into exhaustion, while the grownups smile you praise my writing my cooking my kindness I admire your jokes your politics your photographs and now shall I make a prediction? someday one of us will begin to die to lean on the other with horrible need and passion, passion will flow again ...

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