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	<title>Comments on: Keating, It Makes Me Feel</title>
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		<title>By: Mr Tony</title>
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		<description>Will

Reading your piece somehow placed me in a dream state. What i mean I felt that the flow of the writing made me feel like many of my dreams which seems to flow into each other with no apparent reason. But deep down there is a commom thread somehow.  I really like the stream of consciousness flow. Reading your piece also stirred up emotional pains on my end of unrest and longing of things past and present   Somehow Black Boy by Richard Wright and Darkness Visible by William Styron comes to mind.

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<p>Reading your piece somehow placed me in a dream state. What i mean I felt that the flow of the writing made me feel like many of my dreams which seems to flow into each other with no apparent reason. But deep down there is a commom thread somehow.  I really like the stream of consciousness flow. Reading your piece also stirred up emotional pains on my end of unrest and longing of things past and present   Somehow Black Boy by Richard Wright and Darkness Visible by William Styron comes to mind.</p>
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