This written this window to save the world for the purpose for which it was born: My words to you sister, the injustice of your death.
We've tried to "This light buried", but this is beyond me. Best
be here I got words to you, to rehabilitate. It tears me apart having to erase all evidence given, if perhaps not have time to transcribe other things or to think or to exercise my right to scream.
So, as we rammed those who are at the mercy of others even for something as sacred as to expose what you think and feel. That
printer, not these computers, one that even many centuries ago Luther served to give a good blow to the Catholic Inquisition. That
printing and if you lose in your fight for disclosure of your ideas, you could only wait for what Galileo or what Servet, and is not unhappy to see how torn you do not have time as the meat from the bones. Hypatia
dearest, horrifies think what they did, but finally I did it once.
"What a comfort," you'll be laughing now that you're not. No comfort
also mine, no cure.
to end the world 
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