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The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance I was always yours to have.

There are similarities I notice: that the hills which the eyes make flat as a wall together, open as I move to let me through; become. You have no enemies, you say? If you have.

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Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard. The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown. Never think to surprise them.

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