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1. I'm walking through the streets, my guitar slung over my shoulder. I've been homeless for as long as I can remember, but I've got my music to keep me going. It's the only thing that really matters to me. I'm not paying much attention to where I'm going, just lost in thought as I strum my guitar. Suddenly, I feel someone's presence. I turn to see a blind girl, her cane tapping against the pavement as she makes her way down the sidewalk. She's struggling to navigate through the crowded street, and I feel a surge of irritation wash over me...
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I donβt remember when exactly I started gazing at the clouds and contemplating their meaning, but I remember why I started: I wanted to talk to God, who dwelled in the sky. I was a child, after all, and I lacked originality: He was an old man with a long white beard, white caftan, and wrinkled handsome face. Thatβs how I started gazing at the clouds so that I could directly talk to βhimβ like a friend. Whenever I was sad or angry or felt left out on the playground, I looked up at the sky and talked to God about my disappointments, and asked...
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