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Cherries gleam ruby red in a white porcelain bowl. The observed looks back at you, we are the experience we experience. White horse in a snowy field, red fox at sunset, a bubble between two pink baby lips. Meaning does not describe itself, we are self-portraits, but where is that self?

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