Friday, March 25, 2011

There's a country I forget the name of. It used to be a bilingual nation, but over time it changed and developed into a unique blend of Afrikaans and Icelandic. They have created this sort of perfectly imperfect harmony. The locals don't work, instead they just help when it's needed. The thieves don't steal, they provide. Liars don't manipulate, they just tell enchanting stories.
Everyone's smiles reach their eyes.

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