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My Dear,


 

The worst are preconceived notions…
Here comes the initial perception,
And what can only follow is the automatic assumption.
The actuality has now become virtually improbable to distinguish.
Virtually improbable, yes. But not virtually impossible.
If the barrier is breached, from the impossible to the possible
Then the perception is unclouded
And the actuality can finally become the reality.

One can only hope, right?

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