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“Of particular universal significance, is art’s ability to encase hope within contexts that cannot be murdered with bullets, killer drones, or unjust authoritarian decrees. While the blossoms of its extraordinary gifts may wilt in one challenging season, it is their nature to return more numerous and vibrant than ever before in another.”

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Songbirds and Roses: The Unusual Life Story of an Unusual Poem

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Aberjhani
Aberjhani

Aberjhani, born on July 8, 1957, is an accomplished columnist whose work spans a wide range of topics including culture, history, and literature. Renowned for his profound insights and unique writing style, Aberjhani's articles often provoke deep thought among readers. more

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