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Never had the aim of a fortuitous encounter ... Imagine the bridge over the river where the sidewalk ... it meant nothing ... I saw the figure and ran and hid in a paper read ... sweet words like honey. the letters were not .. crap ... had meaning and were buried in the past ... something that the wind was blowing and thought ... that face ... brush painted a picture unloved ... it was you that part resultant art (...)