We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
That was the land of dead bodies, the grave yard of the future with partial robotics, dusting up the surfaces of old buildings. They left behind boots with strange designs and golden boot straps. Above it all a prince was given historical corrections and a statue bent over as if in pain. An arrow shooting into another time returning at the speed of light. And soldiers brought flowers and stones to place on old loves dust and ashes.
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