| Ying: | Is peace like a blob of ink on paper? Do written words ever have much legal force? |
| Dmiritri: | Indeed. Our ability to distort and ignore words is amazing. |
| Ying: | Perhaps we should think of words in ink as a start – not an end – of a peace process? |
| Satoru: | Hmm. Does peace ever have an end? |
| Dmiritri: | . . . not as long as we are breathing. |
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