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We die from within and just like our statues
We dedicate to our eternal memory,
So many trinkets sculpted
From concrete, brass, plaster and wood.
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Your points of view are totally different from mine, but you are an excellent writer. We start to die the day we are born...
? Tis me... That they never really knew us all that well… (yes.. I know that.. but, I love to answer your knock...) ... nice to see you again.. aroha, Deana
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7/21/2025 12:37:31 AM # 1.0.0
Anyone who thinks he has more friends than fingers on one hand is a fool, you work it out so well regards