

The Old Man and the WarriorThe sun climbed over the horizon, and the sea of morning fog crept out of the field in wispy currents, drawn from the dew by the heat and humidity of a new day. It flowed and ebbed as the faint morning breeze coaxed it around tree stumps and bamboo shoots, past grass heads and fallen bodies. A silhouette of a broad, powerful man passed through the hazy cloud, leaving torrents of confusion in the steam of his wake. He stopped, and the fog rolled in a fit of annoyance behind him. Beneath his feet lay the hollow frame of a dead man. He bent down to inspect it and with a strong arm, rolThe Old Man and the Warrior
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No matter how bad things get, never give up and never surrender!
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"We are born to die, yet we die to live eternally."
-Vatican Manuscript
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Halo rocks!
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