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each person you meet ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], are destined to , but some affinity but no copies,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
there will be many people's life pass by people passing by , who is the person who ultimately stay with you ?
the original is good for the world , why I was not happy ?
Oh , really confused , really confused , really do not understand !
Buddha says: Looking back a thousand times , meet with you in exchange for a life ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
Meteor said: It is superfluous , so fall ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
Oh, good sad word !
very good beginning , why estranged slowly ?
Oh ... ...
this feeling really bad , everyone is like this , sometimes it is really very puzzled why their in the end came to this world?
regardless of how, cherish each and you meet people who pass by .
the days passed , will not stop for anything ?
today also today, yesterday,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], yesterday also ,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
Oh, is their own stupid?

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We were driving along the road from Treguier to Kervanda. We passed at a smart trot between the hedges topping an earth wall on each side of the road; then at the foot of the steep ascent before Ploumar the horse dropped into a walk, and the driver jumped down heavily from the box. He flicked his whip and climbed the incline, stepping clumsily uphill by the side of the carriage, one hand on the footboard, his eyes on the ground. After a while he lifted his head, pointed up the road with the end of the whip, and said--
"The idiot!"
The sun was shining violently upon the undulating surface of the land. The rises were topped by clumps of meagre trees, with their branches showing high on the sky as if they had been perched upon stilts. The small fields, cut up by hedges and stone walls that zig-zagged over the slopes, lay in rectangular patches of vivid greens and yellows, resembling the unskilful daubs of a naive picture. And the landscape was divided in two by the white streak of a road stretching in long loops far away, like a river of dust crawling out of the hills on its way to the sea.
"Here he is," said the driver, again.
In the long grass bordering the road a face glided past the carriage at the level of the wheels as we drove slowly by. The imbecile face was red, and the bullet head with close-cropped hair seemed to lie alone, its chin in the dust. The body was lost in the bushes growing thick along the bottom of the deep ditch.