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Motivation Nation

by derek-yohn

It's the imprint that it makes, really. There is little relation to the covenants we have sworn or the gildings of rehashed sobriety or leftover temple bricks, baked clay tablets on which someone records these scenes, fragments, scents, and colors. How can we reap this Zion? Can it be gathered as wild sweet strawberries are, torn away from their source? Can it be processed electrically? Can we make money off it? If so, how many dinars would you offer? One? Two? Perhaps a discount for quantity?
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Nov 3, 2013
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dinars = Iraqi unit of money

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