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Wroclaw, Poland 
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind starts and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.
Let us treat men and women well;
Treat them as if they were real;
Perhaps they are.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
In the early morning queue,
With a listing in my hand.
With a worry in my heart, There on terminal number 9,
Waitin' here in CERAS-land. Pascal
🐟 -- 🌂 -- 🚘 -- 📒 -- ⛳ -- 🌸 -- 👾 -- 🐊 -- 🎁 -- 🍖 -- 📗 -- ⚡ -- 🐳 -- 📘 -- 💚
💃🐠🌏📀🥒👾👑🌋📗🌸🐝💎🎄🎁🍧
"No matter where you go, there
you are..."
-- Buckaroo Banzai
🐊🌂🥗🏀💛🎽🎈🥞📘🐛🏓🚘🚙😺🌳
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