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by: Nickolas Aleksandar Nikolic
Reaching, one can feel a different temperature the farther from one's core toward another. Dampness dwindles and dryness rebukes. To lead and follow in parallel we find not only tomorrow instead, reputation for a future word of joyed caution and silence between lovers centuries joined and parted. If the last lovers of Syria kissed we would know of it, correct? No.
Meaning: History passes us. Many of them. We - particularly Americans - assume ours is the only one, but that is not the case.