“It was brutal, but wasn’t that what nature was, what we were, made brutal by our drive to survive?”
Sonnet 8 ‘And suddenly it’s love, no matter who I’m writing to. It used to be warm wishes, kind regards or yours sincerely. Now it’s
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“It was brutal, but wasn’t that what nature was, what we were, made brutal by our drive to survive?”
Sonnet 8 ‘And suddenly it’s love, no matter who I’m writing to. It used to be warm wishes, kind regards or yours sincerely. Now it’s