The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understo — David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
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The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understood it.

— David Anthony Durham, Acacia: The War with the Mein
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