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What We Pretend: cyhydedd hir

What is life, unless it seeks happiness and the sweet caress of contentment? What good is one’s strain in harness, kept chained? Is what we each gain self-evident? What else is out there past temporal cares, waiting unaware our finding? … Continue reading

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