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I was in the garden and where I was my place and my territory . Beneath the beautiful clouds and beside flowing waters. Trees barricading for my peace and shelter. Ahhh yes my face beautify and my contours so nice and muscular. Am not happy. The world is so big of a garden flowing with milk and honey who am I gonna have breakfast and lunch and dinner with? It's so weird and quiet ahhhh animals here I can name them all. Maybe the creator got me a helper someone from and is like me. Still boring and no one matches my candle. A deep sleep I fell off. I woke and a flesh and bone and someone of my blood stood right in my face with so much contours than myself. A different human. But this is the bone of my bone and flesh of my own. It's now all joy. Woman see you can be like God eat and rule everything with the good and ugly of it, see the light and darkness of the whole matter. Man have a taste hmmmm ahhhh nice taste better than all. Ohhhhh am naked. The fashion designer sew leaves in coy. Our identity was lost. We blame them for it. Bet you are doing same now even you who judge them and look down upon them. Where are you man, I am naked I shy of him who sees everything. Now I blank people for my foolishness. We failed the test we went out of the garden our identity scheduled for another time. But now fulfilled. What really is your identity. Who really are you.
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