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Sometimes a topic occupies you in many ways and doesn't let you go - that's what happened to me with a poem that, despite the fact that I had written it down in lines on paper a long time ago, left me with no peace of mind. How I was full of joy, hope and fear when I found Sioux, who also occupied these lines and, on June 12, 2009, translated them with me in an alternative residential center.
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