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[aerobe]

Borders are scratched across the hearts of men
By strangers with a calm, judicial pen,
And when the borders bleed we watch with dread
The lines of ink across the map turn red.

-Marya Mannes, Subverse: Rhymes for Our Times, 1959

I'm tired. Mentally, physically... mentally. Ungh. Everything is so grey in this pseudo-Siberia.

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[aerobe]

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[reinheitsgebot]

I <3 You

[linhie]

<3 so basically you're my chess hero.
-j.t.

[aerobe]

<3<3<3