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You are cloud, sea, forgetting; you are also what you lost in a moment– we are all those who have left. The reflection of our face in the mirror changes each instant and every day has its own labyrinth. The cloud vanishing in the sunset is our image; endlessly, a rose becomes another rose.

– Jorge Luis Borges

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