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Feb 2015
Never make the mistake of making things solid, reality is alive, shapeless formless, infinite in possibility and always moving. The decision to believe it is one certain way kills the possibilities of a million other worlds, reality and part of your own soul.
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Fields  Ireland
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   Sara Murray
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