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Impressions

Few people you meet in life, the line between stranger and known disappear, vanishes completely. Maybe momentarily.

You connect on levels beyond the human self. Identities are lost because identities are mere human definitions. There is a lot more to existence.

Words become comprehension. Expression impressions. Souls one.


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