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The roof-gutters drip into the occupied city After a night of lying awake from injustice and death we go outside and show our lives worn with age. Look, this is how it should be, growing old with wrinkles and skin spots Our silent march rustles and sighs a little, sometimes swarming together for a moment to music from our youth
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Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:48 AM UTC
Operation Autumn Leaf
The roof-gutters drip into the occupied city After a night of lying awake from injustice and death we go outside and show our lives worn with age. Look, this is how it should be, growing old with wrinkles and skin spots Our silent march rustles and sighs a little, sometimes swarming together for a moment to music from our youth
Non-violent protest Flash swarm: flashmob Collection "Untwisted"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:48 AM UTC
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