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Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal.
Wallace Stevens
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Wallace Stevens
Age: 75 †
Born: 1879
Born: October 2
Died: 1955
Died: August 2
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Civilization must be destroyed. The hairy saints of the North have earned this crumb by their complaints.
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