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Liberty — I sought it far away : it was so near that I cant touch it, it is, in fact, myself. I am my own freedom. He had hoped that one day he would be filled with joy, transfixed by a lightning-flash. But there was neither lightning-flash nor joy : only a sense of desolation, a void blurred by its own aspect, an anguish so transparent as to be utterly unseeable …freedom is exile, and I am condemned to be free.
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