A year has passed, a terrible year where each day bled into the next without respite. Every day we hoped it would all stop, that they would finally sign that cursed agreement. But it didn’t happen.
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A year after October 7th, my drawings will…
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A year has passed, a terrible year where each day bled into the next without respite. Every day we hoped it would all stop, that they would finally sign that cursed agreement. But it didn’t happen.