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Jul 2016
Like a thing hanging from the branch of a tree that's really just a bunch of atrophied limbs,
standing oh-so-ever still in the middle of winter in July,
and adding just enough weight to break the twig;
now we're watching people die.
A bad metaphor for bad things that shouldn't ever happen but seem to be happening more and more often.
JDK
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JDK  36/M/Japan
(36/M/Japan)   
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