Undefined
Malleable is the soil I tread the souls of my cumbrous boots dig, into the perfumed earth. stained a deep green is my cloak moist from the dewy film of dawn, I arise from the tresses of the field the road is undefined.
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"Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no...
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