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gowith

When he read the poem in that library in a small Northwestern town, he felt he'd battled his own soul against the temperance of such burning words- He - left a note amonsgt the others which deemed it in exhaultation. I didn't want that. I didn't feel that was what I had to do. I was in a predicament. I had entered this melee of, not only one, but the vastness of this other entity I had stumbled upon by chance, sincerely, by chance. And I couldn't say nothing. No, I had to at least be noticed, so I went and made a fool of myself. Not once, but twice even. 

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[Liza]

Books are minds that come alive when an understanding thought makes the connection; a powerful read.