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Moving on a same circular line. Neither in nor out, always on the edge. I know in advance all the dots on that path, I even gave a name to each of them. And I don’t worry any more when I stumble on some. I just get up, wipe the dust, smile occasionally and move on. We’ll meet again, I say. I believe we will.

end of May
submitted promisses
in a glass of wine

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