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Ages Of Irony

The New World

Chris Weber
Feb 13 · 4 min read

The story starts here.

The old man sat at the tip-top of the large teardrop-shaped circle of friends. He looked out across the fire at his tribe. Their children ran between the curving corners of the cob houses. The kids shrieked in glee. Screaming and laughing, they played games without…