A man sat or in snow or below a mighty oak, reflecting on his doubts. In spring, the tree sprouted . The man thought about us s confusion. In summer, the tree gave shadow. The man thought on their agonies. In autumn, the man was drenched leaves.
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I think I'm writing on the blog by a strange obsession, perhaps a bit of curiosity in the way, that feeling you get when depersonalization observe it-or- only do I have ...
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