Leaves Turned To Soil Beneath My Feet.

War's An Auction Where Whoever Can Pay The Most In Damage And Still Be Standing Wins.

Torturous Advances Won Over Generations Can Be Lost By A Single Stroke Of A Myopic President's Pen Or A Vainglorious General's Sword.

Mother Used To Say Escape Is Never Further Than The Nearest Book.

Trees're Always A Relief, After People.

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