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The River
  The plot of land on which he has pinned hopes for a final sink down is not large—80 feet by 110 feet. Sitting in the middle of it, in the shadows of bamboo, with his eyes closed and listening to the sound of the small river and roar of the dam’s water-spill that bordered the narrow easterly part...
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In a recently completed film project about the relationship of captive elephants and humans, I close with a quote from Baba Douim: “In the end we will only conserve what we love. We will love only what we understand. We will understand only what we have been taught.” It is a curious thing about...
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Saying Goodbye Without Saying Goodbye             When my brother lay dying, his body laced with fear and plague, his brow constantly furrowed as if all the questions in the world had been stacked upon his breast, we knew we were saying our last goodbye. I, to him alone and he to everything and...
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