On dreams

My dear, remember the time I used to write to you about my dreams: just last night I dreamt about a woman talking to me in words I had never heard, her pink lips moving through her sheer black veil looked so beautiful in the soft sunlight that I wanted to photograph it but just as I was about to get my camera, she stopped me and said to me in English:


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