A true confession: I believe in a soluble fish. — Charles Simic, The Unemployed Fortune-Teller: Essays and Memoirs
A true confession: I believe in a soluble fish. — Charles Simic, The Unemployed Fortune-Teller: Essays and Memoirs
A true confession: I believe in a soluble fish. — Charles Simic, The Unemployed Fortune-Teller: Essays and Memoirs
A true confession: I believe in a soluble fish. — Charles Simic, The Unemployed Fortune-Teller: Essays and Memoirs
A true confession: I believe in a soluble fish. — Charles Simic, The Unemployed Fortune-Teller: Essays and Memoirs
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A true confession: I believe in a soluble fish.

— Charles Simic, The Unemployed Fortune-Teller: Essays and Memoirs
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