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emmamacdonald's review
3.0
“My muddled description, my anaemic imagination, fade away. What had been imagined disintegrates. What once had the consistency of boards, tar paper, sheet metal, now has the consistency of waves discharged by my brain to God knows where…The question is: do we ever understand one another or can we ever hope to understand one another - my God and I.”
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