There are regular towns and irregular towns, there are wounded towns and sober towns and fiercely remembered towns, there are useless, but passionate towns that battle on, there are towns where the snow slides from the roofs of the houses with such force that victims are killed, but there are not empty towns {just empty scholars} and there is no regret. Now move along.
( Anne Carson )
[ Plainwater: Essays and Poetry ]
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