1:00:01
You can throw this letter away.
1:00:03
l'm not writing to amuse you,
but because l must write.
1:00:09
l dreamed that l was sleeping.
1:00:13
l dreamed that l was dreaming.
1:00:18
lt was very sensual.
1:00:21
l mean, in another respect.
Not only erotic.
1:00:26
But somehow there was a direct
link between my lower body...
1:00:33
and the intense and sweet-smelling
moisture of a woman.
1:00:38
Sweat...
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saliva...
1:00:43
the fresh scent of thick hair.
1:00:48
l moved over a glittering, spacious
surface with my eyes closed.
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And all was very quiet.
1:01:02
My contentment was complete.
1:01:04
l felt a strange urge
to tell a funny story.
1:01:09
But l couldn't speak.
1:01:12
But that didn't distress me.
1:01:14
The feeling of hovering was closely
connected to my muteness...
1:01:19
and my brain was intensely
focused on my hands...
1:01:23
or rather my fingertips.
1:01:29
There was a little eye
on every finger...
1:01:34
that perceived this glittering
whiteness with twinkling delight.
1:01:44
lt felt good like this.
1:01:49
lt could remain this way.
1:01:56
l thought...