When the Empire fell, we danced in the streets. Men who held each other in joy that week fought in the supermarkets the next, as the food ran out. We cheered when the ministries burned, but wept when the fire spread to our homes. Our world with it's comforts in concrete and steel crumbled away, but what grew from the gentle grass after proved to be far sweeter.
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