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the end of security

the end safety No modern weaponry can stop this brutal onslaught. The Med is far from here, where the Atlantic breeze is cooling we who do not travel watch the fire with awe Further afield, people have too much water and drown and become refugees trying to find a safe place. Are there any safe places left? Those who think their country is secure will not share it with the driftwood coming to their shores. California is burning villas made of timber as matchboxes For the rich to feel the heat, does it make them kinder? Of course, it has nothing to do with us who live where the breeze from the North Atlantic is cooling. In this time of life, the pandemic is just the beginning of a total breakdown of the world we knew, the day may come when Outer Mongolia is a relatively safe place to go as it has no flooding to speak of but has plenty of drugs to pass the time while waiting for a fire to reach us.

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