Seven Months LaterWe are standing in the half-light of an everyday room— maybe a hallway to a kitchen— and I am telling you about some large-scale sadness; a war, the diminished lives of an oppressed people. ![]() You smile the smile of someone who knows he knows something you don't know, but who loves you and does not lord it over you. ![]() You're going to kill yourself. And there is that terrible moment poised on the head of a pin, when I know, out of love, out of respect— out of powerlessness—the-room-inside- a-dream-room that separates all of us, I will let you. |
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