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Lenado

Despite his extreme poverty, Lenado da Vinci also went to the market; despite the openness of his pocket, he bought the birds from the market and blew them up in the sky. His active meditation, his comfort. Vagterian Lenado would have gone home and ate the food and found it a happy ending when he was finished!

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Shepless Time

I couldn't talk. I'm crazy. I'm naked myself. Don't move, don't ride. Shepless time. When I talk to you, there's nothing to talk. You can't talk to the pieces. A torn piece hurts, no pain. The pain is like rubber. The pain is like clouds, and I'll eat with my stomach. Maybe it's just a while again. A few days later, we're wearing pants. High red tea in the streets

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