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The sound of the Gion Shoja bells echoes the impermanence off all things; the color of the sala flowers reveals the truth that the prosperous must decline. The proud do not endure, they are like a dream on a spring night; the mighty fall at last, they are as dust before the wind.
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| tips on how to not empathize with rob gordon from high fidelity appreciated |
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| in like two days, i will be a college graduate. about a week later, I'm moving into my first real apartment by myself. a week later, I'm starting my first big-kid job
what the hell?
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