Text race history for they used to say we would not make it (hinduism)

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Speed is the consort of death, as pleasure is of life. Speed defies sensuality; it short-circuits ardor and shortchanges the palate. Speed is a thirst for life that in its haste keeps spilling the drink.

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2588 2019-06-12 20:30:24 90.69 99%