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Monday, 14. January 2008
pensée
It was never more apparent than it was that evening, the train skating along the steel slivers across the abandoned fields of failure. A decision is never made, but reached, and this only after much mulling, after shrinking the imminent monster into nothing more than an ant, to be ground under the heel.
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