CONTENTS
My home, my home
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Author: Saroyan William(1908-1981)
Year: n.a.
From Ventura Avenue to Tulare Street I walked on the Santa Fe railroad tracks, and from the north going south came the freight train. When it reached me I couldn't believe the years had gone, and I knew a man will go out of this world without ever finding that largeness and wholeness in the living and in himself which was the cause of all his longing when he was no more than ten years old.
While the train was going by, I knew that a man will go away without ever having reached anywhere, and never will the image of loveliness just beyond all things, all ends and edges, over and above and within, cease to be in his sleep until he is truly one who is no longer alive, and no longer able to sleep at all.
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