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Something about this image always resonates with me in an oddly safe way. Something about time passing, or maybe it’s acceptance. Cliff stands back, looking onward towards the other three as if he knows something. Proud of something he’s shared onto other people.

He knows they’ll be okay. Just in case.

The other three, however, they’re unaware. They think Cliff is beside them. They’re busy with the crowd, the energy, the attention. They’re in a wall of black and white, unmovable colors. The crowd shines a yellow, warmth and embrace.

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"If this was predicted 27 years ago, somebody knew something."

A book published in 1997 warned us about the exact agendas we're up against today.