From the Mind’s Attic
It is as though you have an eye That sees all forms But does not see itself.
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Fading Boundaries: Death of the School, the Teacher and the Taught
‘May we please go outside?’ a student pleads, batting eyelids as I walk into a noisy room of fifteen-year-olds.
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