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I loved this book, a kaleidoscope of water-color paintings of modern every day life, of the struggles, the hurts, the questioning of a young man in a city-state that not only frowns upon his very nature and the nature of his love, but pursues it… I cannot pretend I understood all the lines—that’s poetry in a nutshell, it being the most direct but not necessarily the straightest way from one island to another. That’s also the beauty of poetry.
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