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Énouement

Énouement The way things are now was not foreseen, but I can’t tell me that, back then.

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Opia

  Opia So, the eye is the window to the soul? Why can’t my soul be hidden?

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Sonder

Sonder You who walk by me are as complicated as I as blessed and as cursed

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Lachesism

Lachesism Oh, if my house burned down, if the tornado hit, how sweet it would be!