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When he emerged from the black hole on a stretcher,
dubbed Body #241, his lifeless feet in tattered gray socks
showed from under the blanket covering him.
Such was the death of a 19-year-old miner on a breezy
spring day.
We make clouds when we die.
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(after the coal-mine accident in Soma, Turkey in May 2014)