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Oliver: Symmetry

The sky is blue, the trees are green, the light is pure, the air is clean. The mind's at peace, the soul is light, the heart is full, the sound is bright.

Oliver: Spectator

I walked outside myself, barefoot on the pavement of my existence, to feel its cold, smooth shell under the even colder surface of my soles.

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