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They say that age can speak of wisdom but not always.

Look at the sun it is older than any of us, but every spring its wisdom disappears somewhere and it becomes like a small child who runs ahead to where he sees candy or like a child who has to touch cold and hot with his hand in order to understand the difference and remember some things about his own safety.

The cold rays of the spring sun do not carry heat behind them they are bright and nothing more but they try to squeeze through rush through the branches of trees like a child who wants to crawl between the legs of a crowd of people who have gathered around the performance of a clown or a magician somewhere in park.

More to come!

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