Her beauty was a weapon. A loaded gun, with the barrel pointed at her own head.
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And the Mountains EchoedI was nearly unnerved at my proximity to a nameless thing at the bottom of a pit.
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The Three Mountains: The Autobiography of Samael Aun WeorLife throws challenges and every challenge comes with rainbows and lights to conquer it.
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