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When I lived at home, I used to draw on the walls.
Still , these days, when I cannot find paper, I use the walls.
In this way, I have never grown up.
PS. I also write on things.
Like when I named my loom and didn't want to forget.
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If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung