All We Know Is Falling
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Last published Mon, Jan 6, 2014
Remember the stories you heard as a child?
The ones where good always wins?
That didn't happen this time.
And all we know is falling...
Only a small amount of people have the privilege to live in ignorance. The rest survive without it. The City has colour. The rest has none. And we plan to get it back.
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