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By Vishal Date: 2002 May 11 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.11.17.57.6645]] |
| It had been a winter of deadening seriousness, when all my illusions and bright dreams had withered and died. I did not yet have the interior resources to dream new dreams. I was far too busy mourning the death of the old ones and wondering how I was to survive without them. |