Tuesday, July 28, 2009

March 21, 1932

March 21, 1932
excerpt from a letter by Henry Miller to Anais Nin:
Anais, I don't know how to tell you what I feel. I live in a perpetual expectancy.You come and time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me.

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