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Excerpt from Tropic of Cancer
(Henry Miller)

Strolling past the Dome a little later suddenly I see a pale, heavy face and burning eyes-and the little velvet suit that I always adore because under the soft velvet there were always her warm breasts, the marble legs, cool, firm, muscular. She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately-a thousand...
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cinnamongurl:
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cinnamongurl:
I am still awestruck by this piece!
I so love it....and I see it too.... smile
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Well, I've mulled around the joint for a few days and have met a few cool folks. The women, of course, are just the best of the best. It's getting close to departure to Iraq time. It's funny, everytime I tell someone I'm going back to Iraq, they give me that, "you-say-you-got-terminal-cancer," look. Really the only bad part about it is leaving your life behind...
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