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While I earn money teaching about identity, I keep re-positioning my own. Are we striving for more purpose? Purity? Peace? What is the underlying motive of so many people willing to surrender by risking everything. What a beautiful, blissful strength that gesture alone represents: letting go of all of it where to buy viagra over the counter. Come what may, ce sera sera

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