loss

On losing the lives we built (homes)

A friend of mine lost her home yesterday to fire.
Thankfully, no one was at home so losses did
not include life. It does however include things
that were priceless.

We often take that place we call home for granted.
We complain it is too cramped, needs renovations
or repairs or simply wish it were a different place.

Once... O.o

Once...

a man lived as
he was = [
then met a girl
he was = )
she thought that
he was an O=)

He was a little
bit = S
why like him
he = Y
Others often thought
him a >=(

This made him a
little = \
she did made him
feel = D
and that to him
was = O

They shared many
nice = @
and even moments
of = X
but it was all
in = P

this is the story of a world...

Once upon a time there was a world. On this world there were four tribes of humans. Back then, the world was quite large and tribes quite small but each tribe sought to end strife by controlling the entire world...

The first tribe decided that military strenght was the key to victory. They began to fight others, making wars so that expansion could occur. As they grew, they developed bigger and better weapons to gain advantage.

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