If it were within our power, beyond the reach of slavish pride. To no longer harbour grievances, behind the mask"s opportunists [sic] facade. We could welcome responsibilty like a long lost friend, and re-establish laughter in the dolls [sic] house once again. For time has imprisoned us in the order of our years, in the discipline of our ways and in the passing of momentary stillness we can view our chaos in motion.
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