?Dear Friend: I have nearly died three times since morning?

I was thinking we could see each other again.

At night, with our masks on,
so we know exactly who to look for.

I?ll read you this fragment of Proust

before the next snowfall, so neither us of will forget ?
the better part of our memory exists outside us,

in a blatter of rain, in the smell of an unaired room ...

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