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          Vast silence 
            (with a nod to Ted Chiang)  
            A people conquered, stripped 
              of land, children, homes. Captives 
              for life. Language forbidden — 
            pleas for food, blanket, drink 
              permitted only by sign, wave, 
              blink. With the last elder’s death,  
               
              vanished, stories, songs, poems. 
              Gone, every dance, painting, play. 
              At the end, only vast silence.  
               
              On cell wall, a farewell, scratched 
              in English, the lettering, crude — 
              you be  good  we  forgive  you 
            (published by Clover, A Literary Rag)  | 
            
              
              
              
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              Sprague area Wash sunrise 
              copyrighted Pilgrim photo 
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