this hand this age-worn palm that set Egypt's blocks one upon the other and saw them scoured away by the wind-blown sand that stood the Colossus upon its legs and saw it topple helpless into the channel a hollowed hand that knows what it is to dream to think that human, dying, fingers can build a monument in eternity.
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