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at the end of an age of

information, there will be an age of

romance, said the

monk staying in what was once called

persia.  a solid man, the monk

was soaked wet and

perspiring from all that he vowed,

poverty and effort to lift

the citizens out from the flood,  the flood is

from wounds and the wounds are from

anger.  they are drowning, but not

for fear of swimming.