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28.04.2006

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Bob

I thought we invented poetry to have something to sing over the grave...

samphrone

how did i not see these before? thank you for including my name and thereby my father, my family, with these others, their families, and yours. what exquisite company, living and otherwise, strangers, but not strangers, all together, although different, in one place, which is here and also there, simultaneously.

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