| They awoke suddenly, together, as if from a dream. The night was dark and quiet. Peaceful. By believing in themselves, they had escaped from most of the paraphernalia "gifted" to them from Propaganda. The handcuffs of monogamy had rusted in the salty water of reality so they could easily snap themselves free. The shackles of monolingualism, over-specialization, and xenophobia were not so easily abandoned... but they found the hammer of employment, so pivotal in their escape, washed up on the beach nearby. |
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