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  1. i think sometimes, there are no other summits. O how great this be for one to venture out never knowing if life is as it is.
    i do like unwritten maps the ones from sea to shore and across the desert. Through the refining fire in the heat of Egypt. How is it that he managed to journey back only to be flooded upon welcome. He smiles with a straight face only one to day rest with content that each key gathered served a purpose for generations that deserve no less.

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