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The Queen and the Ravens

The Queen mother is dead. Reigning for more than half a century. despite the media buzzards that swarm around. She was the angel of charity. Bridging the moat between medieval and modern. Colonialism and autonomy. None the less-God couldn't save her. The people are in misty mourning. Waves of haters are pissing the crown. which now lies in a shady king's court. Despite the madness of the moment (great grieving- international uncertainty)... Somehow it's still all about those attention craving ravens Harry and Meghan.

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