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If I knew how to tell you how much...
At sunset, with a firm line and the culmination of the expression of color, each
Event falls between past and present.
Brief days in the desire that they become endless.
Dreams, always dreams. The flight has already started.

"Death means nothing to us, because while we live it does not exist,
 and when it is present we do not exist" Epicurus.

Dr. Abbot.