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Love and peace
Peace no Love. Love no peace. Love or peace. Love and peace…
Once upon a time, there was an old lady named Lucy who lived alone in a small town. She was a free-spirited woman who had always been independent, and she never let anyone tell her what to do. She wasn’t proud of her fleshy chin and the long white hairs that grew there but she never bothered to pluck them.
One day, she decided to take a walk in the countryside, and as she was strolling along the path, she came across a beautiful field of wildflowers. She sat down and took out her old, bent cigarette, which she had been smoking for decades. She placed it between her lips and lit it, taking a deep drag.
As she smoked, she thought of the small peace sign on her old, shabby sunhat. She smiled to herself, thinking about all the protests she had attended in her youth, fighting for peace and equality.
Lucy closed her eyes, feeling the sun on her face and the gentle breeze blowing through her hair. She felt free and content, just like she had always been.
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