“On the meridian of time, there is no injustice: there is only the poetry of motion creating the illusion of truth and drama.”
We can create any sort of flavor on a printed image that we set our minds to.
On the day I was born, or possibly on one of the following days, my father went on a walk in the forested hills and thought of a name for me. His first son was called Daniel, and Samuel in memory of one of his forefathers.
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