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Medical Humanities
By Danish Zaidi, HMS MBE '16

From where I waited,
the River Styx looked like an ocean.

It stretched beyond the sandy banks where I stood,
weaving its way through rooms and hallways.

The water floated in air, like spirits do.
I knew it to be cold to the touch.

In that sea of white coats, I saw a pallium:
a black cloak draped over the ferryman.
 

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