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Our life is ordinary,
I read in a crumpled paper
abandoned on a bench.
Our life is ordinary,
the philosophers told me.
--
Ordinary Life, Adam Zagajewski (November 26, 2007). Ordinary Life. The New Yorker. Retrieved on September 11, 2011.

 

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