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‘Why do I write you when I mean me? It was late November—dark in the morning when I woke up, & it would be dark again—in the afternoon, & if I were to step outside the place where I was—Nordmarka—forested—surrounding Norway’s capital, I wouldn’t be able to see my own hand in front of me—I had just read that repetition is the whole point of life, that repetition is the daily bread of life, its blessing fills you up.’