User: ianai

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  • “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” Statue of Liberty

    Money can buy you things that a war or climate change intensified weather can destroy in seconds as seen in modern Ukraine. The pleasures and joys of money are a peacetime merriment.