1991, 2009
I wonder if you know at all what I am like all by myself, beyond the reach of your influence. I wonder if that is what puzzled you about my writing: it contains no part of you – save what has changed me, become me, with or without you – and in the absence of the familiarity that was your reflection, you cannot recognize me. I wonder how many of us really know who each other really are.
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