there's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew... yet. it will be cold and bitter, watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. but it's God's own wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared. - sir arthur conan doyle (his last bow, 1917)
as two koreas teeter today on the brink of engagement, what we learn from the history we live is this, that a new east wind succeeds every last one.
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