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Aug 2020
Map
Looking at the map,
my eyes find their way to the unnamed borders,
the many lines that divide the land
and the sea,
the civilised,
and the savage.
I dimly wonder
if those lines are truly the ends of the earth,
or are they beginnings of a new world?
Astrea
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Astrea  24/F/near the ocean
(24/F/near the ocean)   
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     Rupert Pip and Imran Islam
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