Siverfale
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There was graffiti in my city that said, "We both have nerves of steel," written in a stark, no-frills font and in black. I can't imagine a more fitting phrase for the commute to and from work, and my route happened to pass right by it.
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?