War soaks into your bones, drills down into the marrow like a parasite. It blots your life like ink spilled on snow whit — Christopher Johnson
War soaks into your bones, drills down into the marrow like a parasite. It blots your life like ink spilled on snow whit — Christopher Johnson
War soaks into your bones, drills down into the marrow like a parasite. It blots your life like ink spilled on snow whit — Christopher Johnson
War soaks into your bones, drills down into the marrow like a parasite. It blots your life like ink spilled on snow whit — Christopher Johnson
War soaks into your bones, drills down into the marrow like a parasite. It blots your life like ink spilled on snow whit — Christopher Johnson
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War soaks into your bones, drills down into the marrow like a parasite. It blots your life like ink spilled on snow white paper, and it has its perils even long after you've given it up.

— Christopher Johnson
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