
The reality is the image. I am the woman. I am enveloped, immobilized, by heat. Unable to act -- even to think, I rest against dog. Dog pants, distracted and even somewhat relieved from this hot suffering by his desire to minister and to please.
The image is spontaneous, and the form it takes is simply necessary to its existence. The color is something that I feel. This is my reality.
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