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| The lunacy that one faces at the moment scares one more than the inevitable death. Everything is going up at a crazy speed. Like an avalanche that has been crashing down the glaciers for some time now, and has gathered quite a momentum and volume.
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| I wanted to write something about us, but couldn’t. At the moment, it seems best to not pluck the thread connecting us. And then I did not have anything to write, so I wrote quickly whatever was available to hook onto. I am sorry that I could not write earlier or as promised. And that the main text is so confusing. It is an experiment, because of the fear of falling into the groove of not writing anything at all.
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| We don’t know if we should ask for forgiveness or forgetfulness, ask for a new body or a new soul. Like the song (We listened and liked and ended up manifesting) - we have built a wall around our self, protecting it as though we would an empress in a fortress. To let the right one in.
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