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Jun 2016
We see, we think, we talk

But do we know how?

We walk, we run, we skip

But do we know why?

Some think we know everything there is to know

But how would they know for sure?

Some think there is nothing more to discover

But there is always more.

No matter what it is or where.

There is always more...
Max
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