Who knows of a better world should step forward. Alone, no longer out of bravery, not wiping away this saliva, this saliva worn upon the cheek as if to a coronation, as if redeemed, whether at communion or among comrades. The weak rabbit, the rat, and those fallen there, all of them, no longer alone, but as one, though still afraid, the dream of returning home in the dream of armament, in the dream of returning home.
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