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What a high school is old age! It's the last college. In it you learn not how to add up, but how everything is left behind. Talent, strength, beauty, everything that once adorned you shake like roses bitten by frost and blight. You often see yourself in the mirror a foreign face, and it seems to you that everything is a game of shadows and distorting mirrors. To be able to keep peace in your soul when you are like marble under the chisel... To lose everything but not hope...

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