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N+88:

N+88:  

I lost track. In a good way? I am not sure who is taking the lead from now on. 


Peace has been done. Giggling and gambling, eating a plate of potato or empty dumpling on the highest street of redemption. Out of balance. They are not coming back. The silence is dreadful. Without the other I am nothing, the only thing that matter right now is to know if I can learn to fly. Always have fancied Peter Pan, maybe because he rescues Windy.  

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