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The Cinnamon Peeler by Michael Ondaatje
If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed and leave the yellow bark dust on your pillow. Your breasts and shoulders would reek you could never walk through markets without the profession of my fingers floating over you. The blind would stumble certain of whom they approached though you might bathe under rain gutters, monsoon. Here on the upper thigh at this smooth pasture neighbor to your...
That is what we are supposed to do when we are at our best- make it all up. But...– Ernest Hemingway, Letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald May 28, 1934
History will be kind to me, for I intend to write it.– Winston Churchill