I am looking through and sorting the poems that were written to those who are no more. These poems I used to read to the warm, living people when I was full of faith in our survival, in an end to all that, in a to-morrow, in vengeance, in joy, in rebuilding.Wladyslaw Szlengel
Do read it.
This is our history.
This is what I read to the dead.
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