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The Prisoner's Dilemma
The age of barbed wire was just finishing up when I discovered that the ice on ponds is probably never 100-percent safe. Less than an hour later, I was back to work elaborating the immense and complex maze from which I hoped to one day escape. And why? Because I love you like grim police photos of some crime scene. The same algorithm recommended that I read an environmental history of Auschwitz. Instead, I listened to the snow falling and pictured Bach composing with a violin in his hands.
H o w i e G o o d
Universal Themes
in Literature
prose poems

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