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"She opened, I entered; I entered and she opened. She stroked the dream out of me, she brought me awake, she stroked me into a waking torment, and, slowly, slowly, as though preparing herself to carry it safely and not spill a single drop, she dragged the dream upward from the base of my belly to the edge of my sex. I was grateful, grateful, I felt such a gratitude, and I clung to my wife, who held me tight, waited for me, and then, after a pause, a mighty pause, I shot it all into her, shot the grief and the terror and the journey into her, and lay on her breast, held like a man and cradled like a child, released." - Baldwin