There are also men in the world. Sometimes we forget, and think thare are only women -- endless hills and plains of unresisting women. We make little jokes and comfort each other and our lives pass quickly. But every now and then, it is true, a man rises unexpectedly in our midst like a pine tree, and looks savagely at us, and sends us hobbling away in great floods to hide in the caves and gullies until he is gone.
-- by Lydia Davis
from 32 Poems
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