A thorn in the sentence, a thorn in the side. A tower, reaching to the heavens, yclepped Babel. From its fall sprung the differences between man and man, and within those cracks, wedges were driven. The driven rain, the howling wind. A long and winding road. Find the source of woe, and shake its hand. Greet the sun with a snarl, and break each butterfly upon its own wheel. Sieze the day, and savage it.
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