We're ever-changing.
Transformation; rainbow; snow;
Barren; green buds grow.
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Press Persecution
In the near future, in a perilous state that humankind finds itself in, the weight of expectation so paper thin, it rests on the last gasp of democracy: the press. In a spade of witchunts and murder, journalism has become so sparse that only the very daring and reckless will commit themselves to its envious thrill and dubious role within the last frontiers.
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Seventeen-year-old Manny got off a public bus at a busy intersection in downtown Philadelphia. When the bus released its brakes and passed his narrow view, he checked whether the art museum across the street was still there. He had been visiting it every day that week but wondered for a second the veracity of its presence. Now, the spring sun betrayed its gray highlights, giving it a warm glow.
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