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Dec 2014
"Is there anybody out there who can
help me?" asked my uncle to the void.
Then rain, the rich confection of the gods,
became the only thing between his eyes
and heaven.
Robert Joseph Hoffman Jr
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Robert Joseph Hoffman Jr  Williams
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