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Letters between kin writers Doeschka and Geerten Meijsing.
Curious case of loving rivalry.
Today the sixth anniversary of my friend and compagnon KEITH.
Today I awoke still talking to him in my dream. He was leaning loosely against the wall of our common library, from which the books came tumbling down. He was, as always, trying to calm me down, irritated as I was by the stupid critics whom it had so pleased to dismiss our book as a ‘litter of undigested reading’.