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MANKIND
Silence be bright. Do not be a dull pine needle that cannot pierced the heart.
Nor like the calmness of the river after a storm. Be full of rage at the deafness and blindness of Mankind. The quiet ignorance that dares not speak, see nor cry when hatred penetrates the wounds. The scars of prejudices have scabbed three times over. That it is the renascence of time becoming old than new. Attorning the passage of war to destroy all.
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Willette Harmon
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