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Open your souls and maybe cut them in half
so you can squeeze all its juicy emotions that make your heart beat so strong every second. Then go down in it and try catching a few funny memories from your childhood, which you’ve already forgotten and which gave your past the tasty smell of orange and lemon. Than maybe add a smile to everything and poor this mixture in a large bowl just in front of your mature eyes. Slice some thoughts of forgiveness and joy to everything you’ve felt so far and start simmering it for an hour and a half until you notice how soon you’ve grown up. Boil your soul over the low heat of a summer morning and then cool the marmalade of your childhood with your cold winter days. Be careful not to drop a tear in this incredible mixture because even though it’s all gone in a few minutes after it’s served, the delight of your eyes will be ruined. Finally poor it back into your soul and then cover it slowly with your hands and daily thoughts so that it’ll keep fresh until your next discovery...
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