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8220;The University brings out all abilities, including incapability. Anton Chekhov. There is no end to education. It is not that you read a book, pass an examination, and finish with education. The whole of life, from the moment you are born to the moment you die, is a process of learning. After seven years of higher education, its time to start growing up. Thanks for everything British Columbia - maybe Ill bump into you sometime in the future . Almost done Law School! Because this guy did. Humou.CONTENT
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Quinta-feira, 9 de julho de 2015. Se sou eu, poesia. Eu sou o não ser. Em mim, não existe. A junção dos fragmentos de mim mesma. E dão brilho ao meu sorriso. E, depois, permite-me voar.
Je vøυs søυнαiтe υиe вøииe visiтe. Je ne suis plus capable de faire un seul article.
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Domingo, 16 de agosto de 2015. Segunda-feira, 8 de junho de 2015. 8220;A possibilidade de arriscar é que nos faz homens. Voo perfeito no espaço que criamos. Ninguém decide sobre os passos que evitamos. Certeza de que não somos pássaros e que voamos. Tristeza de que não vamos por medo dos caminhos. Terça-feira, 26 de maio de 2015. Atacou meu coração, falei demais.