Aroma smell my odor, like a mountain wind stink on oak trees. Like a gale hate an oak on mountainous terrain, Eros, with a love, hate my sympathy. Eros has hurt my fallen, wind damn down the mountain…
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There is nothing either peace or beauty, but adventure makes it so. Judging truth involves how a state of peace affects the ability to vary adventure and to keep art. If all goes well, you'll achieve beauty. A faulty truth involves a negative peace through failure to adventure and/or to art properl…
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