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1 " I am as yet a storm of zero force. Almost a breath. "
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2 " Where to begin?I don’t even know how to ask.Too many tongues are mixed in my mouth. Butat the crossing of these winds,very diligent, I immerse myselfin the laws of heavenly grammar: I am learningthe declensions and ascensions ofsilence....If it has been ordained that I pull out of here,I’ll try to descend rung by rung,I hold onto each one, carefully –but there is no end to the ladder, and alreadyno time. All I can still do is fall into the world "