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If I were standing in front of you now, I would not be able to complement you--because I seem to have forgotten how to speak. Fortunately, I can still type coherently.
My god, that was beautiful. All of it.
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One autumn day, the Master and his disciple came upon a great tree. It was obviously ancient, and its branches were heavy with red and gold leaves, which continually fell from it in a flurry of color.
"Ah!" lamented the disciple. "For all its beauty, this tree only fills me with sorrow; for it reminds me that in time, all things shall be but dust in the wind!"
The Master struck him with his staff. "A beautiful moment has just passed, and you were so busy talking that you missed it."
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