Poet Takes Up Counting the Dead, Finds It Surprisingly Unhelpful
A poet attempts to count the dead, finds it as futile as expected, but persists anyway, because what else is there to do?
A poet attempts to count the dead, finds it as futile as expected, but persists anyway, because what else is there to do?
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