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Years Passed

35. I dreamt I was falling in love with Alice Sheldon. She didn’t want me. So I tried getting myself killed on three continents. Years passed. Finally, when I was really old, she appeared on the other end of the boardwalk in New York and with signals (like the ones they use on aircraft carriers to help pilots land) she told me she’d always loved me.

Bolaño. I appreciate the way he thinks about loving.

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