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Malta:
Coryse Cassar, Malta, looked out at the sea of people by the War Memorial in Floriana and remembered. She remembered the discussions and negotiations in 1971, seeing the backs of the last British Forces as they left Malta and finally, finally, after so long being someone's military base, finally, independence. She'd a long memory, but that, the clear (in retrospect it was a clear) path to independence and freedom, stood out plainly in her head and, she suspected, would always do so.
Even when she was the last living person to remember, she would remember, even when it was the millennia anniversary, she would remember, and so on until the end of time; she would remember.
Author's notes:
Before you comment; I'm actually proud of this chapter.
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