Wednesday, February 28, 2024

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In the House of the Frost Giant.

"Sun odes are erased items.
Time goes,
or a relative, vital era, rose.
O gem!
It’s me…
Tides are erased on us."

--@MerlinaAcevedo

Mesopotamia.

"long after our poor dead friends have lost their place in our hearts, their unvalued dust continues to be mingled, like some base alloy, with the circumstances of the past" --@Daily_Proust

"Democracy is a request from a War Board, in the middle of a morning in the middle of a war, wanting to know what democracy is."

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