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Been playing with this concept for a while.

I love this. So much.

this should be posted everywhere
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You ask yourself: where are your dreams now? And you shake your head and say how swiftly the years fly by! And ask yourself again: what have you done with your best years, then? Where have you buried the best days of your life? Have you lived or not? Look, you tell yourself, look how cold the world is becoming. The years will pass and after them will come grim loneliness, and old age, quaking on its stick, and after them misery and despair. Your fantasy world will grow pale, your dreams will fade and die, falling away like the yellow leaves from the trees …

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And in the end it is not the years in your life that count, it’s the life in your years.

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There’s a beauty in every beast.
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