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44 Victims of the Wedding 11 A Hallway That Narrows to a Point He was lost in a blizzard that went on for decades. He was immune, it seemed, to the cold of which it was an expression, but he could not see through it and he could not find his way out of it. After a while he stopped trying. It became his climate. He went about his life in spite of it, even forgetting, finally, that it was there. Without realizing it, he had become covered in snow, encased in it, and imagined that was his proper and fated condition. Within his snow skin he had a life. He did things, accomplished something. But he still dreamed, sometimes, of a spring field, of flowers in a vase, of orchids in a pot. ...


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