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I was pondering... something... someone... the other day. Pulled to this unlikely song. It tested my patience. I stuck with it. I think so, it is right.
The doe cannot escape, save should she be allowed. And escape isn't what it seems, is it, little sister. Yeah. A thought, a vision, and a dream, quite separated in time, came together to develop this post.
Right? Yes. Will it come true? All the seeing in the world cannot allow certainty.
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