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I don't think you'll be disappointed.
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| The carousel never stands still. The horses remain part of the carousel, individuals move around, reamin seatless for a time, climb back on. Some individuals prefer a specific horse, others browse through the collection. Each horse has positive and negative characteristics, and at some point almost every horse will have had an occupant. Who is the horse, and who the individual?
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| And the carousel of life makes one more turn...people get on, get off, switch seats. One year, so many changes. My how quickly the carousel turns. But a blur to all on it, one second melting into the next, one day bleeding into another, the months a whirl of colors, emotions, actions. Looking back, what shall we remember? Which look, which word? Which touch, which kiss? Even then, the carousel will still be turning...
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