Who are you? Perhaps we have met each other some time before...you are sitting on the beach, and the beach extends to another end where we will meet. Inside me I feel you, and you are always so close to me. In the setting sun, it is a day that marks its existence. Why is existence so important? Because it exists the moment. I simply encounter to live, and respect the life I am offered. You look so fine, so does the sea. No way is the far end going to end in a silence. I see a big sky, in a blue distance. Follow the way, I am set aside. When memory comes to a state that uplifts my soul, I feel like bouncing from the ground to touch the clown. It is the exceptional eternity. Are you going to stay on the beach until the next tide reaches the other end? Kutna Hora is there, though I do not see your face.
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