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  • Being raised on pottery and clamor few words have stuck inside such a grandchild's thick head. However the ones burnt inside the clay behind his temple read:

    "- Son, substance is of matter."

    And the unsought wheel of fortune kept on turning underneath us all, throwing such child at its whim.
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