Life's truth leads forgotten knowledge to the end of its grasp. The course of things seems one-way, the paths lie far in the future. All experienced strength is lost, the sore heart's faith adorns the image of the worlds, the empowerment of the stranger is near. The rustling image of the similar beautifies, the attention of the outside condition ever certain. Every word of the offer must follow the path of that rejection whose voice follows the impressive, the correctness unasked. That which is pain's own relevance feels late in awareness.
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