Aligned…together.
Okay…sometimes my prose evolves a bit and I tend to change pace. This isn’t a mistake. I prefer this. It’s me. Just as I move forward, my thoughts evolve, old practices become uselss to me in my desire for expression.
Okay…sometimes my prose evolves a bit and I tend to change pace. This isn’t a mistake. I prefer this. It’s me. Just as I move forward, my thoughts evolve, old practices become uselss to me in my desire for expression.
The muster-roll of the dead may be a monument of governmental incapacity as well as a certificate of patriotism and courage. It is always glorious for the other man to die for his country,—at least the survivor says so; but the fact that his life has been needlessly thrown away is calculated to throw some doubt on the subject. A civilized nation cannot afford to throw away a single life.
The muster-roll of the dead may be a monument of governmental incapacity as well as a certificate of patriotism and courage. It is always glorious for the other man to die for his country,—at least the survivor says so; but the fact that his life has been needlessly thrown away is calculated to throw some doubt on the subject. A civilized nation cannot afford to throw away a single life.
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