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The Pelican

The mythical pelican fed its young with its own blood. And with what has W. fed me but his own blood, his hopes and dreams? With what has he sustained me but his sense of what has been thought and what has to be thought?

Now the chick is big and must leave the nest. – 'Fly, fat boy, fly' …

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Unknown's avatarAuthor Lars IyerPosted on October 29, 2010Categories W.

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