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Still the Amaltas bloomed, a brilliant, defiant yellow. Each blazing summer it reached up and whispered to the hot brown sky, Fuck You.

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Even in the most uneventful of our lives, we are called upon to choose our battles...

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Who can know from the word goodbye what kind of parting is in store for us.

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Normality in our part of the world is a bit like a boiled egg: its humdrum surface conceals at its heart a yolk of egregious violence. It is our const...more

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Enemies can't break your spirit, only friends can.