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The function of dreams is to present a riddle.



In novels, we are meant to identify the character we are based on.



I am in mountains. Drugstore: Paradise toothpaste, postcards, repellent.



The clerk says, handing my change,



If you write to yourself, you will lament yourself.



Less a condemnation, than as



an observation one might make about a hat.



Maple, outside, shaking down leaves. Man raking.