in innocent times
back when I was writing The Great Idiot Novel of Metangello my lazy friends came over and we were talking about the woman all covered in gold poling a solar barque into a beautiful afterworld when suddenly she appeared before us in the room at eye level floating séance-like along on silver stream diamonds of air all golden million pinpoints then poof she was gone which fairly shut us up until Omar said, okay, pretend that never happened and never talk about it again, right? And with that we went on to reciting untranslated Cicero
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