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We Are Hearts in Cagesby R. T. François, exhausted by five successive nights on high alert, says to me, ‘I’d give my sabre for a cup of coffee!’ François is twenty years old. —René Char, Leaves of Hypnos (1943-1944)  To those two students who never abandoned their sinking campus.  I had one apple in my bag—a potential lunch if nothingContinue reading ““We are Hearts in Cages” by R. T.”