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     "comment": "The wind blew, and clouds floated along. There are no guideposts, but rivers run to some destination.\n\nHow long will our footprints remain as proof of our travels? They will probably be gone tomorrow. Still, that is why I will relish this moment.",
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+    "comment": "Like an old tree that has relinquished its grasp on the leaves that writhe in the wind and snow, the man who has lost his way sits there with nothing to hope for.\n\nNews from the city shakes the man's core like a surprise rainfall, but not enough for the hidden snake to show itself. The man remains unaware of the sensation slowly growing in the quiet stillness of his heart.",
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+    "comment": "Life is all about satisfying one's desires. It's everyone's right. Nobody in their right mind would condemn those who consume to live.\n\nWe take life.\n\nThus, devising an elaborate plan to execute such an act would be the highest form of respect for one's prey.\n\n...At least to him, that is.",
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+    "comment": "The veil of night settles over the unchanging city. Is the city itself otherworldly, or is the woman?\n\nNow, the blank, apathetic woman has found something more meaningful than emptiness. And her willingness to give that up and share it, at least to her, is the shape of love.",
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