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Back in the day I used to think that death could turn the flaws of life into its merits like water into wine. As though breath pursues breath out, death, I thought, inherits a darkness of a dreamless sleep innate to life. Alas, it soon became apparent such nouns as "asphyxia" and "faint" or, say, the adjectives "astray" and "errant" - they do exist and their existence makes the errant souls err, astray and exit wrong doors... Whilst Author plays at ducks and drakes on the existence, his persona legs it. * См. перевод в комментарии 1. |
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