every inch that the year breathes through its life is a disaster, and a chance for me to escape. the year is soon to end. i'm running out of exits and excuses to stay.
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- All jesters and fools in those days were thought of as special cases whom God had touched with a childlike madness—a gift, or perhaps a curse. Mentally handicapped people sometimes found employment by capering and behaving in an amusing way. In the harsh world of medieval Europe, people who might not be able to survive any other way thus found a social niche.
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every inch that the year breathes
i like that
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