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"Life was charmed but without politics or religion...the life of peace, the blurring between dream life and real life...yet, I think there was a trade-off somewhere along the line. I think the price we paid for our golden life was an inability to fully believe in love; instead we gained an irony that scorched everything it touched. And I wonder if this irony is the price we paid for the loss of god."
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- from the "Sometimes, there IS justice!" Dept.
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- The Road to Elysium
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1 comment:
I wonder how long she had to stand there before that bird showed up? I wonder if that bird knew she was waiting for him? I wonder if that bird was a female? Birds.
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