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November 16, 1993|By Robert H. Deluty

I remember his left arm.

Leather-tough, lightly freckled,

Thick as a fireplace log.

Culminating in short, dense fingers

With near-perfectly round nails.

Most memorable, though, was the forearm,

Damaged by five blue numbers:

His concentration camp tattoo.

A daily/nightly reminder of

Evil and martyrdom,

Faith and resilience.

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