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The proofs of life: Lays and stood here. Though we never met, we mingle do we? 'cause how come I felt the same way? I am in awe for the lives that came before me and those yet to come. Here in warmer days I collect stories that floats and caress the unaware. The share happens, in dreary winter as I tell it to you, who exist now, perhaps centuries later. These stories never promise to be great always, but it promises to live on. It outlives you one day. These are the proofs of life, I call olt.

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