“Famed children’s picturebook author dies,” read Cuttle. “It looks like Sprites creator has passed away.”
“So, how come so many Sprites are washing ashore and dying?” asked Jelly. “Surely if we’re humans hopes, dreams and ideas, the Sprites should be living on here. Civilization doesn’t just forget something overnight.”
“The way human history repeats itself,” pondered Cuttle, “I’m not so sure about that.”
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Nice blog!
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Cheers, Ana.
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So true. Sadly.
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Exactly.
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True.
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Mmhmm.
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Dark, but true. But look at the palm trees!
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Heh, wasn’t that a Walking Dead thing? “Look at the flowers, Lizzie.”
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SOS… Save our Sprites!
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I’m sure some will survive.
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Good, can’t lose sprites x
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S. O. S. Save Our Sprites.
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Oops posted twice…..
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Sad 😔
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But sometimes true.
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Yes it is indeed.
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True
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Sometimes, it is.
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Thought provoking.
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Heh, I hope so.
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This one is more of a ‘huh’ then a tee hee hee. Made me stop and think. I enjoyed it. 🙂
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Cheers, Jay. Just needed to drop the puns for a few days for some story movement, heh.
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🤓🤓
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SO true… You don’t know history, you’re doomed to repeat it, or fall for revisionist versions of it.
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The revisionists have taken over.
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I agree, it’s a sad truth. On first reading ABBA’s Waterloo came to mind. There’s those two lines: “The history book on the shelf
Is always repeating itself…”
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Heh, yep. Spot on.
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An outbreak of seriousness Pete. You must be coming down with something. Brexit maybe!
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Yarr, the Brexits has gotten us all.
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It’s very hard to argue against that point. It seems like we’re destined to keep repeating the horrors of our past…
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Yep, we seem to be repeating mistakes we only just made a few months/years back. It’s ingrained in us.
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