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I'm presently working on the opening and final chapters of this novel in progress. I will then edit the manuscript thoroughly. By year end I hope to have it completed with new title appended. From there, I will seek publication proper, and begin work on my next novel that's been biding its time, arms crossed, left eyebrow arched.
It's a train that suddenly
stops with no station around,
and we can hear the cricket,
and . . . .
-from Rilke's
The Wait
trans. from French by A. Poulin
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