How many revolutions started and people hemmed and hawed while violence happened in a city they perhaps passed by. It’s not their city or town.
When a revolution happens how many ways can it come to fruition and how many different fruits can it grow? Poisoned ones and healthy ones. Ones that seed well and others that get seeded out.
The night before the revolution is different for those sitting in power and those not. Do both know the moment has arrived, or just the doers.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
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