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@ font-face {font-family: "Cambria";} p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {margin: 0in 0in 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman ";} div.Section1 {page: Section1;} " I see the lines of our ancestors spread into filaments, describe loops here and there, turn around and disappear, sometimes the wire is broken, sometimes they are Impasses in the night where a particular sister took a boat in Greece and has never returned to the herd; men and women who have found or that circumstances have rushed into the arms of one another, then have radiated throughout the vast line two by two, because they had great love, the love other regardless of sex or live apart, always along the long arrow that goes back to early humans hunting in the bush somewhere on a distant continent at a time indistinguishable, there is a man and a woman, forming couples , each representing a hyphen electrical effort and intelligence, illuminating the path TIL u'à me, who am here - , Men and women, whose eyes light up at least a short time in their lives who love each other the night before the invention of writing, or a brief encounter, perhaps caused, which allowed the continuation of a lineage, and these packets of genes that are waiting and this uncontrollable urge to want to do animal things - love, babies, and their ranks still going forward, splitting up, kissing, dispersing until they reached the outskirts of history, then later, still further, until they force the speaker family tradition. "
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