Майор Вихрь
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We all progress to some extent, and when reading our old posts, we sometimes feel a slight sense of embarrassment, and thoughts like, "I wouldn't write that now," or "I would write it differently now," flash through our minds. Although, perhaps "progress" isn't always the right word; very often, under the influence of other people, certain life changes, and other factors, changes in the manner of conducting a conversation online can be assessed positively or negatively by those around us.
O God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal