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Oct 2015
There is no direction or plan. The things I own are an accumulation of the years I've lived. The feelings I have are an accumulation of the pain I've felt. The beliefs I have stem from the minds of others. Sometimes it worries me, but like you, everything is temporary. Now comes the purpose.

*djm
Daniel McDougall
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Daniel McDougall  Australia
(Australia)   
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