Two strangers meet on a road. They first show their hands bare of weapons with a wave then a handshake. They identify themselves and their origins. One of the new acquaintances knows of the land in which they meet and the other does not, so he tells the traveler where she is.
Hello to you, reader. Let me shake your hand. I am Michael Demastrie. As for my origins, there are many, depending how we view my past.
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