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Sycamore Leaves Five

All my thoughts converge toward entropy

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Does knowing where you came from help you know where you are going?

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The curiosity of joy, and the joy of curiosity!

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The darkest caves resplend the brightest gemstones

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Stencil from word to word, then try shading.

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Art is illusion perceived as reality

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What companionship is more merry than one’s own joyous laughter?– born from thunderous imagination deep within!

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Chron__ 

Chrom__

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Lo spirito s’estirpa nel cercare il proprio riflesso in occhi rifugiati dietro palpebre impugnate.

Sycamore Leaves Four