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by NELSON LOWHIM
Since the war, I haven’t been able to sleep. For years I wondered why. Finally, I realized the disturbance stemmed from a book I owned—a gift from a kind-hearted older woman. I burned it, and as the flames licked its pages and curled them into ashes, a surge of happiness filled my heart. Before you go thinking I’m a barbarian, let me explain. [...]
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