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Promises No. We are not stunted by the weather of our paradise lost. We recognize our neighboring dust as our once-thinking grandparents and we too progress into essentially nothing. But we still believe in ourselves and our not-so-humble children who promise (as we did) to find the answers. Our minds itch with ideas and dreams. No. Adam's fate has not washed us with fear; our numbered years convey more hope than placid Eden did. |
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