Prologue

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Always on the move to keep a small global village moving, just arriving there in the shadow under the sun in the middle of nowhere, happiness is always round the corner and comes up at the threshold while on the way to leave. And it comes over you. That is why people come down all the way down from their comfort zone to stand up for their cause and effect. Pure energy struck again, again and again, and again. Infinite times. There is nothing more powerful than desire. At first sight, the pursuit of the coming of age might find thorough completion of the fire animating the whole passion that brings people together. Beer on not two beers. This is the question. Vanilla. Fabulous. One, two, three. Four times. Yet this is the One. Perhaps. Maybe not. Definitely not. Therefore, such a strong feeling to branch out and bridge up resulted in the most resolute effectiveness to embark on a masterpiece.
Unsure about what it is that makes people feel alive, nevertheless, everything is all written as part of a bigger picture. A blinding light illuminates eve. A wonderful design scribbled down with all the infinite numbers of shades that fell into pieces of a shape. Because it is so divine that place the country spirit at an emotional level, beyond the burdens of limitations. Live. Or. Death. It is a struggle of the juggle between business and pleasure, Labour and favour. Rejection is painful. It is so hard it feels like dying. On a dice where wishful thinking desires the bubbling over the vision, this is it. Yet she is not. She deludes herself. Nevermind. It hurts, though.

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