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in the east there is sand, and fire, and oath; in the west there is another plague of the mind and the soul; in the north the solitude of every snowflake can be felt; in the south the ancients are rotting forgotten because their stories don't sell
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 6:38 PM UTC
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in the east there is sand, and fire, and oath; in the west there is another plague of the mind and the soul; in the north the solitude of every snowflake can be felt; in the south the ancients are rotting forgotten because their stories don't sell
I wanted to make it cultural but it turend out political somehow...
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 6:38 PM UTC
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