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Before all was the Gram, a unit of measure, an image in time, an expression of will. Twenty-one grams leave the human body upon death. Twenty-six are said by poets to encompass and propel every thought, hope and emotion – the relentless actions of women and unspeakable inhibitions of men.
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Embers, small sparks, posts if you will, innocuous, independent and personal, fragmented and impermanent, just dancing disappearances -- until someone noticed a gravity, collapsing, coalescing. He, an astute activist journalist, the way we all are now, professed to know the mystery of their assembling.
