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                                                                                                     ЪۜႭ׼ Description

                                                                                                     π׵வڀڀ˰ޢdҢࡁே݊৖௄ॻϺdν
                                                                                                     ྫྷЧˌٙdరஜІʉה፲वٙ଱༦fඌွ
                                                                                                     ٙ௢Յe࢝ॼጬജٙ௢ՅdҗֽίరҬІ
                                                                                                     ʉ֠͊ঐ৷࠭ٙྫྷซfჃ˙ٙ˜ցdӺ௞                       Short List
                                                                                                     ݊ኇ׼ਗ਼ЇkҵאցૉࠥᑗkਛͿٙͧ޷
                                                                                                     ชdЧνೌجཫԈٙ͊ԸdӺ௞݊ᅼᇔϾ
                                                                                                     ͍ᆽٙkҵא͍ᆽٙᅼᇔճkҗֽɓʲί
                                                                                                     ᏸᏸʘගጢᔎഹnnf
                                                                                                     We are all lost lambs in this colorful world; like
                                                                                                     a dream, we search for the traces we have left
                                                                                                     behind. Birds soundly asleep and birds soaring
                                                                                                     with spread wings seem to seek the dreams
                                                                                                     they have yet to achieve. A distant moonlight,
                                                                                                     is it near dawn, or  is it descending into
                                                                                                     darkness? Hidden and lingering contradiction
                                                                                                     resembles an unforeseeable future; is it vague
                                                                                                     yet somehow correct? Or perhaps accurate
                                                                                                     yet blurry? Everything seems to swirl amid the
                                                                                                     mist...
















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