about the outside world, and the incapacity to imagine a better world, but the general gestalt of insularity. They live as they must, day to day, with scarcely a breath of fresh air, not knowing that they live in a prison. Yes, they have hopes and dreams, but all is seen as if through a dirty window, or with one eye shut.....
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