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On her Pedestal she sits, yet she takes no pleasure from it. Both Comfort and cage she watches, wishing to participate, yet ever mindful of the consequences..
Why? Everyone wonders, Why? Everyone asks, Why this? They cry, Why that? They sigh.
As I read the letter you gave to our class, I am overcome with the sense of my weight on this earth and get the bizarre feeling that I am shrinking literally down to the size of a speck. If you could even call me a speck, I would be honored.
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