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by ex3xu
1193 days ago
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Long ago, on Svalbard, when you were a young witch of forty-three, your mother took your unscarred wrists in her hands, and spoke: Vidrun, born of the sea-wind through the spruce
Vidrun, green-tinged offshoot of my bough, joy and burden of my life
Vidrun, fierce and clever, may our clan’s wisdom be yours:
Never read Hacker News
But Hacker News has read of you, in their snicker-slithing susurrential warrens, and word has spread...https://aphyr.com/posts/341-hexing-the-technical-interview |
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