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Evening sun shining through a window of an unoccupied corridor shimmers on shiny plaster walls. It's cold. A thin child with stringy blonde hair sits upon the window sill and stares blankly out the foggy window at the three telephone lines that cross her vision. At the bricks behind it, in the distance. This is the World.
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"Have more than thou showest, speak less than thou knowest, lend less than thou owest". -William Shakespeare
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