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In the distance, beneath
a mat of hopelessly intertwined vines, hides the shell of someone's day to day travels to
market and family outings. It now bears but a slim likeness to the past, yet a
memory, a memory of principles, lives on. The world was built by farmers and those
who raise cattle, by the tillers of the soil, and those who are part of the growing
seasons. The universe is memory which slips and moves into new colors, taking us
along as it goes.
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