Lydia Davis
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I have just read a diary entry from fifteen years ago, in which I wrote that I had just read some diary entries from many more years before that, written at a time when I was staying by myself in a small town near Caen, in Normandy.
The internet does a better job of documenting / the way we feel when something soft, especially / a mammal, is very cute, than poetry does.
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