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10.16.4

a friday night in october near belmont

Nine years and twelve days or so after
she brought me a book that said: "I often sigh still
for the dark downward and vegetating kingdom
of the fish and reptile," I said to myself: fiftyfour days
and you'll be twentyseven years old

"Then I was back in it.
The War was on. Outside,
in Worcester, Massachusetts,
were night and slush and cold,
and it was still the fifth
of February, 1918."

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