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We marched past the Blocks in perfect silence, shoulder to shoulder, like workers who have exhausted overtime. I thought: this is the body of the Twentieth Century, the field of blood, the true stone garden of the time we have lived. Discover the review
We marched past the Blocks in perfect silence, shoulder to shoulder, like workers who have exhausted overtime. I thought: this is the body of the Twentieth Century, the field of blood, the true stone garden of the time we have lived.
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