You're not getting out. Not from this, anyways. The land doesn't allow shacks with stone foundations, or even dirt. No home. Just fines. Because it devalues the mansion besides it. You pay the price but do not own the land. It takes you whole, demands you give more and more slices of a pie that's … Continue reading For Free
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Hear Me
Hear me. Though all that plays is breeze on leaves, hear me. Hear something about my heart that sets me apart from the rest. But why beg I to God of food and home while children starve and bleed to death in Africa? Or mothers weep for peace from bomb debris in Iran? But hear … Continue reading Hear Me