Sport 39: 2011
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There were documents; I filled them out as I waited in line at the customs desk.
But how should I nominate the purpose of my visit? I ticked in the box labelled ‘other’ and waded ashore.
I emerged in the daylight of my own delirium.
I boarded a train that was scarcely a train.
And yet what I had dreamed was exactly this. Everywhere I looked there was something beautiful.
Teams of technicians with recondite instruments barbered the scaly, reptilian pines.