If we see better through tiny, grim glasses, we like to wear tiny, grim glasses. Our parents willed us this view. It`s tundra? We love it. We travel our kind of Renaissance: barnfuls of hay, whole voyages of corn, and a book that flickers its halo in the parlor. Poverty plus confidence equals pioneers. We never doubted.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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