Of the beauty, of the color, of the perfume of the rose when it wilts, only a word remains. It’s name.
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Oh, dear, in a time when we call for another round of decolonisation. Some were destroyed completely,whereas some others got back to normal. The destroying of the former, very likely, will become talking materials for the latter, when they recall the small bumps they ever encounter in their life. How convenient!