Here's an interesting one.
I had been reading through a long, meandering text and came upon a
phrase within a passage that stuck vividly in my mind.
Several days passed, and it became clearer that this was as much the
essence of all I thought the author meant to, or could convey.
And I brought this realisation to my friend, who was sitting opposite
me, with all the self-assurance of disclosing a concealed denouement.
And responding, she answered that no, this was not the case,
that I had fastened on something of an insignificant incident
in the plot entirely.
I saw intention, my friend insisted, where there was only absent
misadventure, with a confidence that recalled my own.
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Clark Allison
Aberdeen
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