Magyar

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It was a long trip. My feet speak of many sights. Tired eyes blur existence. No longer does the sight of something convince me I trust my nose and ears better. They release encrusted truth from time to time. The cold made them speak truth and there I proclaimed. BLESSED IS THE COLD, FOR IT ALLOWS US FOOLISH MEN TO WALK ON WATER.

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