Forwarded from from western woods to beaversdam (κ·μ¬μ΄ λ€λ¦¬μ β½)
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I'm not intending sharing this to be misanthropic - there is some comfort, to me at least, in knowing that we're trying to save ourselves and what we love, that life will always go on no matter what.
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