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An echoing longing, there is no escape from facing life or death.
Sailing against the current and the time of fear.
Waves and tides covered sea shores with sea debris.
Struggling to catch breath, but the winds of war keep gasping.
Electricity is cut off, contacts with each other is not available.
Cellphones cannot be recharged. There is no echoing, a longing for echoes.
May the time of arrogance and fear pass away?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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