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The title of this song is from a short story by Stephen Vincent
Benét, written in 1937, which seems to describe the
aftermath of a nuclear war. Reading this story brought a similar
dream of mine to the surface. In my dream, survivors of nuclear
war were so contaminated that if they touched someone else,
that person disintegrated before their eyes. No one could
find any solace in the human touch. This devastating effect
overwhelmed everyone with the sorrow of the world.
Other thoughts that found their way into this song were triggered
by all the dreadful data and fearful stories coming out at
the time about AIDS. It all seemed to be a very sad nightmare.
Martha Johnson
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