抒情诗 The Last Black Man in San Francisco is a love letter — not a romantic one, but the kind you write when you can no longer hold on to a relationship that nonetheless shaped you profoundly.
Allahu Akbar. Deeply touched by the brotherhood that no one would be left alone, and also impressed by American Air Force Power. But a little confused about why US Army started the Afghanistan war and held on to an outpost in such an obliviously indefensible terrain.
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