raining.
Vertical ocean.
Sunday tail lurks beneath the moss.
I just finished "Eleven ways to feel alone," Richard Yates.
I've also read "Helena and the summer sea," Julian Ayesta.
The first is the proof that, without the need to write well, you can tell good stories. The second, that writing well (even doing it wrong on purpose) no matter what is written is not a story. I
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Both great.
Maybe some of Yates's stories have bored me, on reflection. Others do not, I have stopped eating at his table those poor lonely can not even allow melancholy.
Ayesta leaves open room overlooking the sea. Is overwhelming.
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