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For Michael Eigen
There was a leper who livedin my city on a steeped hill,and when we happened in the neighborhoodwe pointed to the direction of his houseand whispered “leper, leper.”We thought the walls of his housewere pitted with greenand the stones in his garden had shiny spots,and we thought that at night he held his head,