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December 3, 2009

The Best of Times

It was the best of times.

No more war.

No more poverty.

No more famine, now that the dust clouds had dispersed.

A fat bluebottle, buzzing through the still air, landed clumsily on a scorched human cheek.

It was the best of times.

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