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What it takes..
My kind and direct geopolitics professor, what is heavier? Tears or Waters.
Well dear and curious student, it all depends on the composition..
My heavy than normal tears have not reached their destination..
As a matter of gravity, they haven’t even bothered pouring.
Euroasian wild birds knew a few Tolstoy soaring songs from last century, an agony for love to be more stable.
But the waters were late to arrive.
Poetic or not.
An unmanned boat crossed to the other bank, some say a fairy tale, others say had been forgotten to put a rope around the neck.
Even Primal Intelligence with capital letters went looking for backbones, just about anywhere else than this estuary leading to safe-to-die havens.
The meaning of these liquids, once more
Hemingway plants & persists in his last crash to a graveyard striding arrogantly cedar tree, few individuals distinguish the difference between a vital and a long gone one.
The texture of the photosynthesis.
You can’t breathe.
A reason justified not to rush, but for grains of sediments particles to rest ashore.
Young Soviet…
