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Smoke and Mirror: poulter’s measure
The world of late is full of crashing sound and blurry vision, a thunder crash inside a cloud – lost in indecision. Some claim that sunshine lurks around the corner, only waiting for those who dare beyond the haze, past … Continue reading
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