In a land of soft-spoken, humble people, flimsy defenses guard possessions. Shadowy declarations of ownership. Faith in humanity overriding those other acquired notions of fear, of ownership and loss. A land of simple people. Of bonds that only humanity can create. Of a trust borne of that once bountiful thing - innocence.
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if only one realises that life is ephemeraland pretence will fade away...
exquisitely spelt out...
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