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7 December

04/28/2026 14:58h
Men are trading their bullets for worms. “I spent a lifetime building.” We come down from the mountains. We brought eggs, a table, a windowshade. There were times when we couldn’t bring anything. So many people. As you were walking up the hill and I was walking down, we almost passed each other. But I grasped your arm and backed up. You said: “This is what I look like now.”