96th Nadirism:
Cemetery...a field we sowed with unquiet souls where bright, silent stones arose.
Besoylem...a feld vu me hot farzeyt umruike mentshn un s’iz ufgegangen shtile, likhtike shteyner.
97th Nadirism:
(Hersh Dovid) Nomberg rushes his left hand over his mouth to push back a yawn that’s already half out.
Nomberg patsht zikh mit der linker zayt fun zayn hant afn moyl, shtupt krik a genets vos halt shoyn di fis in droysn.
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