In order two speak two languages you must learn to embrace the feeling of
being constantly lying. Like the flapping sound of a bird that doesn't fly.
A chicken
in the early morning: slap, slap, slap.
The sound of this hopeful flapping, is that what Emily Dickinson meant?
These slapping sounds are your thoughts and all the things you know to be true.
To be polite is a kind of invisibility
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