having only just scratched the surface of what the mind can reviel. its starting to look like one big major incompetence. sliding in afternooncum.
they must hate before they can love.
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...It`s snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down.He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. (From Corman McCarthy, THE ROAD)
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