I’d rather meander on rugged paths than bush-whack my exit.
You can’t move forward without an entrance.
There is no end.
Always in Space.
I’d rather meander on rugged paths than bush-whack my exit.
You can’t move forward without an entrance.
There is no end.
Always in Space.
What will you be getting?
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