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I will leave Tiflail, nestled underAuthor's Notes
the high cliff of the Northern Rim,
the little town where I was born
and lived and went to school.
This poem came out of the August 2011 Muse Fusion. It was prompted by LJ user Sibylle.
In the Empire, higher education usually requires traveling far from home, one of the few reasons people do that. The biggest cities have the best universities and attract excellent students from distant towns.
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