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A metaphor knocks on the door. Metaphor, thereís no one here but us chickens who cluck in English, but you understand any language because you are in the way any language is. If I go back to just before you knocked, you are in my going back, as I am in my going back, or the going back is me though I didnít do it—and then I break up through the water and goddamn itís cold! along this edge of Sweden a pencil drew.
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