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And the two headed woman wandered into sight around a heap of rubble. She stopped and looked down at Zerchi. …He noticed that the head of Mrs. Grales slept soundly on the other shoulder while Rachel smiled. It seemed a young, shy smile that hoped for friendship.

…He glanced again at the face of Mrs. Grales. It had grown gray with the impersonal mask of coma. …Somehow he felt certain it was dying. He could imagine it withering and eventually falling away like a scab or an umbilical cord. Who then was Rachel? And what?

…His vision went foggy, he could no longer see her form. But cool fingertips touched his forehead and he heard her say one word.

“Live.”

Then she was gone. He could hear her voice trailing away in the new ruins. “La la la, la-la-la…”

~ excerpt from A Canticle for Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller Jr.

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Rachel

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Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

~excerpt from There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale

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neither bird nor tree

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Hope

exhalation

flight

elevation

barrier

confusion

fall

suffering

crashing

at the end

and pain – for me and for

all my descendants. Yet

there is no importance here,

since in trying

WE LIVE

~Goya

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Goya

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When I’m alone

Envy me then,

For I have better friends

Than women and men.

~Sara Teasdale

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Thoughts by Sara Teasdale

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I can’t forget that I’m bereft
Of all the pleasant sights they see,
Which the Piper also promised me;
For he led us, he said, to a joyous land,
Joining the town and just at hand,
Where waters gushed and fruit-trees grew,
And flowers put forth a fairer hue,
And every thing was strange and new;
The sparrows were brighter than peacocks here,
And their dogs outran our fallow deer,
And honey-bees had lost their stings,
And horses were born with eagles’ wings:
And just as I felt assured
My lame foot would be speedily cured,
The music stopped and I stood still,
And found myself outside the Hill,
Left alone against my will,
To go now limping as before,
And never hear of that country more!
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Excerpt from Robert Browning’s The Pied Piper of Hamelin

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