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THOSE OTHERS

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THOSE OTHERS We lived at the end of an empire. Sometimes we gathered in huge auditoriums and tried to understand. Our shame did not save us, nor our sadness redeem us, as we came to understand how others, far into the future, would look back at us, shaking their heads: we hoped in sorrow; more likely, anger. Jim Moore

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