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August 13, Thursday.
CUT HERE: OUR STORIES FADE
WITH THE WIND OF JOY. (..)
This is not the ending you expect, each mirth evaporates in the hand of reality. For every love that is still present, stays, yearns again, and saves one to some to be remembered. Never stops being never, nor dies in a story that hangs uncreated. This is not the end, but it will continue, and will be born with new stories in the future. It ends here, adios!
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