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The Past, Its Presence, Prelude to a Prayer

Authors

Scott Cairns

Abstract

There I lay, floating on my back upon the blue Aegean, that same sea pressed against the sun-bathed sands of Serifos. I was suddenly thinking of the past, the blurred nature of its presence, and how— however blurred its áffect—the past presses so aggressively against . . . is it the chest? the throat?

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