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We (or only me) live some period of life almost automatically. Feeling grey senses with grey colours of light, daily life, dishes, taste in clothes etc. But immediately it happens a burst and you need to jump with crazy face and laugh about life. Destroy old grey life and run into new. Premonition of New Year. And I so protest about deals to do and the same obligations to heal. Breath.

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