For some reason this really got to me. It’s getting hard to keep up with the horror - do I mourn those killed in DC, here in the US, but what about all those poor souls in a mall in Kenya I think you start to unconsciously block it out, the real feelings you should be feeling.
But to read this beautiful fragment of a poem, by a man who will now never see his words in print, brought tears, finally, to my eyes …
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