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What is life about? This is what you are asking, yes? The wheatfields at harvest time, the fruit of the orchard hanging heavy on the boughs of the trees. The wails of a squalling newborn, silenced by a mother's touch. A lone cat prowling an alleyway, summertime in Harlem, seeking spoiled food in overturned trashcans, chasing fat city rats across busy streets. The seasons changing, the falling Autumn leaves, more vibrant and simple than your citydwelling friends. A cigarette shared in wartime: Adversity, endurance, friendship and humanity. The tenderness of young lovers, touching for the first time. She has known him forever, he has only just met her. Birth, love, death. Are these not the most beautiful and terrible realities, entwining endlessly like the boughs of the fruit trees, like the limbs of young lovers? We are here to drain the cup of life, my friend. Life, passion, ah!
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