Diverting the internal traffic between the Writer as Angel of Light and the Writer as Hustler is that scribbling child in a grown-up body wondering if anybody is listening.

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Herbert Gold

Angel Anybody Between Body Child Grown-Up Hustler Internal Light Listening Scribbling Traffic Wondering Writer

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