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We're all going to die
grim_wayfarer:
Nothing special yet strangely miraculous
grim_wayfarer:
Spirits and illusions have died, The naked mind lives In the beauty of inanimate things.
grim_wayfarer:
I can noght thanne unethes spelled that I wende altherbest have rad.
grim_wayfarer:
Intransigence in the face of adversity
grim_wayfarer:
Where can we live but days?
grim_wayfarer:
What might I leave you as my lasting legacy- flowers in springtime, the cuckoo singing all summer, the yellow leaves of Autumn
grim_wayfarer:
The Golem
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PA212843
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PA200541
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grim_wayfarer:
PA141658
grim_wayfarer:
Everything is connected
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PA032984
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PA032986
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PA032982-01
grim_wayfarer:
P9212188
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