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A Simile

The French poet  Guillaume Apollinaire compared memories with the “sound of hunters’ horns fading in the wind.”

I have never heard a hunter’s horn, but the sound must be haunting, evocative of something caught in the liminal zone of lingering and passing away.

By Sharmila Mukherjee

I believe in reading infinitely, watching eternally, listening keenly, and letting things percolate. I believe in embodying a category crisis. I believe in living like a bubbly tub of vibrancy. The inchoate will do.

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