In this dream I look out the window of a cabin into a snowstorm. I see only trees and I know that I am very far from any road or town. The snow deepens; I will be trapped for many days. This is when I ought to pray, I think. Just then a man steps out from behind a tree. He is a tall broad-shouldered woodsman, and naked except for a ski cap.
Snow falls on his fine hairs and his prick points to the sky.
I went to the wilderness to be good, to clear my head. All day I sat with my holy books and good intentions. All day I burned with hopeless desire. He has found me, even here.
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