Love
the development the roads the bright reflection the hundreds of thousands of stories the moisture the warmth of humanity the fusion of worlds the pride of accomplishment through years of striving.
Hate
destruction,
concrete,
blinding rays,
hundreds of thousands of identical manikins,
humidity,
heat of corpses,
disabled hybrid of cultures
shame of losing sanity year by year.
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