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In order to weep, i had descended to the realm of the dead themselves, to their secret chambers, led by the invisible but soft hands of birds down stairways which were folded up again as i advanced. i displayed my grief in the friendly fields of death, far from men: within myself.
-Jean Genet
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In Order To Weep, I Had Descended

Jean Genet
In order to weep, i had descended to the realm of the dead themselves, to their secret chambers, led by the invisible but soft hands of birds down stairways which were folded up again as i advanced. i displayed my grief in the friendly fields of death, far from men: within myself.
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