He sit on the moon, looking down, on the earth conspiring because he sees us for which we cannot see ourselves. He sees a rose in everyone woman, and bows, and raise his hat, and smile, and walk past. And this he did, to every passing woman. And he said to all “you are all that I cannot be, You are all that has been giving, you are most, the golden child.
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- Some stories are fabricated, some stories are imaginative, some stories are not your own, and some are factual, but all are stories that is an individuals and he must share so that he feels the world part of him, not just him part of the world
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