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Sky is a roof we can never touch. Our feet stuck on the ground can't get rid off the dust. Neither can we breath without drowning into the air. Then we can say every morning we can scoop up a new sunrise! Then there is an expiration date set for each of us. Gained all that in store in the world? But which way is the way out? Can anyone find the exit time before it comes?
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Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
Who Are We?
Sky is a roof we can never touch. Our feet stuck on the ground can't get rid off the dust. Neither can we breath without drowning into the air. Then we can say every morning we can scoop up a new sunrise! Then there is an expiration date set for each of us. Gained all that in store in the world? But which way is the way out? Can anyone find the exit time before it comes?
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Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
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