What a weird book. One minute I'm ready to throw in the towel, and the next minute the book comes up with something beautiful.
"They move forward, eager in a way I wasn’t expecting, and I’m glad for the long bright evenings because soon we have built something new. Something to sit on this beach that doesn’t hold death within it, that hasn’t been used to commit atrocities."
— Feb 15, 2026 07:41AM
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