You come to this last stronghold, weary and aching and so, so tired, hoping for a place to rest - but it isn’t long before you see the truth of this city. Instead of grieving, healing, and moving on, you bottle everything up and paste on a smile and go to work, and you say, “We are so lucky here,” even though you don’t feel very lucky at all, and most of all, you don’t cry.
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You come to this last stronghold, weary and aching and so, so tired, hoping for a place to rest - but it isn’t long before you see the truth of this city. Instead of grieving, healing, and moving on, you bottle everything up and paste on a smile and go to work, and you say, “We are so lucky here,” even though you don’t feel very lucky at all, and most of all, you don’t cry.
After all, there is no war in Ba Sing Se.