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I hold that whenever the wind blows for instance if it goes the goes follow me to settle and perhaps progress tomorrow thus sometimes it may not matter the corner of the world or how morning or afternoon or evening?, I know it is sometimes glassy and bartering and unquit stone?, well, what matters, matters most the soul is gold never to waste like time like something?, what thing is good for it now?.

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