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We were in that place where nothing happened. We were on the bridge before there was a bridge when all was flame, learnt from life which was living out its death which was red. Therefore, we were in agreement that nothing was substantial save the flame and the red and us who disagreed as to who we were when we were not ourselves but the redness of the flame.
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