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Where is tomorrow?
Frozen smile in the cold moist air, sighs delivered into odd infinity, roads,crossroads,primary decisions memories,fears and unexpected turn-overs; only false steps remain from yesterday. And today? Where is today? When is now? When and to whom is tomorrow coming? Is somebody watching? Does he know to tell? How is it possible for one second only to be sufficient to order a destiny, when so many diligent minutes caress the hand fill with faith.
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