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Would this be a frontal lobotomy or a bottle-in-front-of-me?
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I think over again
My small adventures, my fears.
The small ones that seemed so big,
For all the vital things I had to get and to reach.
And yet there is only one great thing, the only thing:
To live to see the great day that dawns,
And the light that fills the world.
-old Inuit song
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