Lifting the Fog by Charles Schilling Here I am.           Here I lie.           Here I stay,           And here I’ll die           Here I dwell           Here I hold;           Here I live           Or so I am told.           Here I think.           Here I’ll call.           Here I’ll stand,           And here I’ll fall.           Here in the quiet           I can think.           In this …

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