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happy portion

For a few years I tried to write prettier – to add flourishes that would astound. I guess I didn’t think I would run into that purple prose problem, because I had tended at first to write so sparsely. Surely, I thought, I could only strengthen my prose by gazing often into gilded, trickled springs … Continue reading

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