[Poem] Last March, I remembered Dylan Thomas’ magical poem of him talking with his Dad in his deathbed, he who always looked up to him as a teacher and great father who doesn't falter upon death but resists it. However, this resistance here for me is just going from " Me " to " Us ".

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