I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am.
By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.
There is no book and your fathers are dead in the ground.
Keep a little fire burning; however small, however hidden.
You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.
This country was filled with violent children orphaned by war.
In the grueling light that passed for day…
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