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Land

When the land had no "gods" we were all one one family one clan one village one Tribe... then those holily bathed came and lied about God then they threw a seed of pain and division and when the land crossed her legs to it they cut her with the sword, and planted their seed by force... Part of the land is still trying to run away part of the land died but though big part of the land gave birth to division and hatred, she is fighting this germination born from her, so she can save the fruit ang go back to who she was. Jessica

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Book: Shattered Sighs