"He came to a marketplace, where old men who looked as if they had heard the crying of their children fade and turn to silence too many times led donkeys carrying panniers of gnarled, sawed-up tree roots, drawn like wisdom teeth from the back jaws of deforested hills, to sell as firewood."
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Like I said, oblique to the point of being unreadable
THE MEEK SHALL INHERIT THE EARTH
You look at your blog too much
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I prefer to think you're just obsessively checking it every 30 seconds.
That would lead to an unprecendented rise in my disappointment levels.
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