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The Tyranny of Place

It is a stain for which there is no rubbing out, this power of place, where we were born. It clothes our thinking, imprints our character, follows us like a shadow, a silent reminder that we are the accumulation of accident and circumstance held by roots too deep to be pulled up, try as we might, and if we could, who would we be?

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