The Art of Dying
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The Art of Dying


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In the spring of 1969, I visited my (at that time) hero, Eric, and his now wife Gretha. They still lived in Helsingborg, in a small but nice second-floor apartment on the south side. A girl friend of mine (a female friend, that is, not a girlfriend — though I wouldn’t have minded) had joined me, on a whim, and we had both hitchhiked from Linkoping to Helsingborg — it took a whole day.




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Ulf Wolf

Ulf Wolf

Raised by trolls in northern Sweden, now settled on the California coast a stone’s throw south of the Oregon border. Here I meditate and write.

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