What am I doing?

Inner peace feels like cherries in spring and the leaves in August. It's like scratching an itch. Like finding a perfect puddle of water.

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They came for the Jews.
I was silent. I am not a Jew.

They came for the Communists.
I was silent. I am not a Communist.

They came for the Unionists.
I was silent. I am not a Unionist.

They came for me.
Everyone was silent.

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