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Saturday, January 14, 2012

 
The actual poem or story is on the reverse, and it is written in an ancient style that even the Vice Chancellor couldn’t read. He did, however, tell me the background story. I made some notes later, but I made them on a bar napkin, and as you can guess, the ink bled – as such bar notes are prone to do. So really all I was able to salvage were fuzzy memories of our conversation along with a word or two of scrawl.

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