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One Man's Trash
IT'S TEMPTING, especially around Easter, to think of one's mind as a Gothic cathedral: a soaring space with ingenious masonry and glorious windows, shafts of light angling through the vastness, the grace and power and order of polished stone, the smell of incense and fresh choir robes, alcoves housing the bones of obscure saints, and off to on...
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