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One-Man / Woman
Californian Lives (m/f)
Now We Are Pope (m)
Tadzio Speaks . . . (m)
The Butterfly's Wing
First and Fiftieth
A Sense of Loss
Slowly I opened my eyes and in the harsh sunlight saw only one thing, an
old man in a deck-chair reading a book. I knew he was old from his
clothes, the careful manner with which he turned the pages, his calm
expression. Disorientated still, it seemed to me that the world was a
void in which only this stranger floated; unthinkingly I stared at him,
trying to understand him, until his glance fell on mine. Suddenly aware
of my rudeness, I closed my eyes, turned my head and wished him away.
The day was hot and I began to doze; when I woke he had gone.
Tadzio Speaks . . .
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