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Hazle 2022-03-13 08:01:01
The Myth of Love: We Love the Living World
Original address: http://www.qh505.com/blog/post/5475.html
The friend Ashdo had grown old and finally fell in the desert; the poet Omope could no longer write poetry, he left a legacy of freedom - while death kept coming, it was new to Nkopi. The beginning: Ashdo died in the desert, and the...
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Jasmin 2022-03-13 08:01:01
Those are the scars that life leaves on life
Encolpio raced excitedly over the wilderness, excited by the urge to regain his life. At this point Ascilto was dying.
"Light" has nothing to do with the naked eye in the mystics' understanding, because true clarity does not submit to the natural truths that manipulate this world, and clarity...
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