I rest independently, alone in cancun. From the moment i arrived something of its sentiment conjoined with my own and i have risen, borne on wings of such tranquility towards new eyries of my reflection
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People killed in a fire, people in a long-term vegetative state, they all end up posed about the same. The same as a baby waiting to be born
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' Of three metamorphoses of the spirit I tell you: how the spirit becomes a camel; and the camel, a lion; and the lion, finally, a child
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