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Because freedom, I am told, is nothing but the distance between the hunter and its prey.
What is a country but a life sentence?
To love something, then, is to name it after something so worthless it might be left untouched—and alive.
Some people say history moves in a spiral, not the line we have come to expect.
Too much joy, I swear, is lost in our desperation to keep it.
