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Gustaf Sobin

[He] spent long stretches of summer with his beloved. In dream after dream, they’d meet, embrace, and—talking in an animated rush—pass hours, sometimes days, in each other’s company. Even if the dreams only lasted, in actual fact, a matter of minutes, they appeared as if suspended in a time frame entirely their own. In protracted… Continue reading Gustaf Sobin

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