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A hint about Vittorio, the horse of my soul. That's what made me go off and write my opus to a friend on a subject that is hard to convey and concerning deeply evil forces and how adult humans should deal with them. It might seem strange that a momentary soul horse reminder would immediately connect me with the energy to make such a bold and almost unerringly frustrating outpouring of bone honesty, but I think my brain is wired more to horses than to the vicissitudes of sleep disorders, and, besides, I'm used to it.
pipe up any time....
