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Or, there and back again …
Dear readers: It has been a long time since my last confession (i.e., entry) … oops, sorry, wrong forum. I am finding it difficult to carve out time to make any sort of meaningful entries in this journal. Perhaps it … Continue reading
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Tagged Collected Fictions, Jorge Luis Borges, perceptions, Stanislavski
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