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I Am! I Have Come Through! I Belong!

Tongues Wrangled Dark At A Man. He Buttoned His Overcoat And Stood Alone. In A Snowstorm, Red Hollyberries, Thoughts, He Stood Alone.

Arithmetic Is Where Numbers Fly Like Pigeons In And Out Of Your Head.

One Of The Greatest Necessities In America Is To Discover Creative Solitude.

My Name Is Truth And I Am The Most Elusive Captive In The Universe.