But you can't start. Only a baby can start. You and me - why, we're all that's been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that's us. This land, this red land, is us; and the flood years and the dust years and the drought years are us. We can't start again.
—from The Grapes of Wrath, a book by John Steinbeck
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| 3. | -ⲘᎯᖇⲕ⋎⟆- (mark4... | 134.48 | 99.6% | 2024-04-15 |
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| 5. | [BOT] (slowtexts) | 98.08 | 98% | 2024-01-14 |
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