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Family precepts strike me as vaguely correct. My name is a question. It does not answer where I come from. Also it lets me enter the chorus of absolutions. I do not know what will occur in my second childhood. I am in Korea as a newly shaven lamb but a lion grows within me. I play the fool in my body. True, this is fascinating. My mind is wrapped in old troubles. I cannot find my emblem and I have no family crest.


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