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Patris's avatar

Quoting last lines of Bob Dylan’ s masters of war in my head as I read this. Maybe not directly trading arms, but certainly a catalyst for misery - and death. How is anyone born with the kind of impulse he must have had to poison the well? Yes, I’ll be glad when he’s dead.

Betsy Billard's avatar

Brilliant, Nina--as always. I love reading your work.

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