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Clouds
We are not destined for prosperity. Of this, I am sure. Our destiny is akin to the butchers calf. But, if you'd allow me. Just one naive wish. One human desire. I ask for happiness. For old age and pained limbs. For many years of arguing and conflict. For struggle and hunger. Give me years. If not prosperity give me this.
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Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 7:32 AM UTC
Oh, Patroclus..