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Where you Come from



It is not where you go, but where you

come from, he said, trying to make the best

of my weary life. I turned and looked at him,

shaking my head. Then you know nothing of

the gangplank, you know nothing of the sea.

And he smiled back, rocking his head like

an Indian.

Yes, I know, the universe is a torus after all.

May be an image of arctic, nature and lake