One of these is by Lydia Davis, acclaimed American writer. One is not. They are whole pieces, by the way, not extracts.
This morning I went into the park I often pass on my journeys to somewhere else. I can now say that I have been into this park and not always passed it by.
Disagree with half of it, enjoy reading all of it
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