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			<title>THE LINE</title>
			<description>My memory has eyes, so large... tremendous eyes ... It&amp;rsquo;s bigger than a heart in which my memory resides...&amp;nbsp;In every inconspicuous pulse she interweaves her subtle waveof sticky sadness or sparkling gladness -it depends...&amp;nbsp;Sometimes ..</description>
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			<title>BRAIN</title>
			<description>I am a wanderer ...I wander in the inner silence ...&amp;nbsp;On my infinite hidden path&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;one dream comes, followed by the secondand the third one looks into the eyes.&amp;nbsp; I follow the immense horizon of sequences.I leave one moment ...turn to th..</description>
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			<title>ESSENTIAL CONSCIOUSNESS</title>
			<description>I came to this world without a name, like a blank sheet of paper, deprived of the written words &amp;#65533;&quot; subsequent records of my way.&amp;nbsp;And I brought to this world the flame that I had before birth and even before I was in the mother&amp;rsquo;s womb.&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>THE ROAD TO NOWHERE</title>
			<description>How heavy is the road to nowhere, as if in a fog you wander to the touch ... &amp;nbsp;Feel, the fog like cotton wool inside your mouth.You can&amp;rsquo;t exhale; it tears your throat too much.&amp;nbsp;There&amp;rsquo;s fog in your eyes, like a bluish veil.And in your ears fog sounds..</description>
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			<title>WITHOUT A PAST</title>
			<description>The grapevine slashed across your face,when you, defenseless, fled from yourself. &amp;nbsp;Green pain blinded your squinted eyes.The thunder of your running legs&amp;nbsp;was crushed to the ground. Behind your backthe night like backsword cut off your past -&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>ISOLATION PERIOD</title>
			<description>A coronavirus pandemic is a very difficult time for isolation. But at the same time it is a period of productive loneliness. This is the time when you can take your time to look intently into yourself</description>
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