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Robert Tombari (the Poet) runs through lines in An Iliad at Stage Left Theater.
Imagine if, through twists of time and space, you were cursed to live through humanity’s worst moments. Moments when men and women brutally clash on battlefields, suffer in infirmaries, die at each others’ hands via swords, guns, spears and bombs.
Then imagine your lot in life is to move through the centuries telling stories of those wars, forever forced to relive those horrific clashes until humanity finally wises up and stops killing each other.
That seems like a pipe dream, I know, the
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