The butterfly flew by, making me aware of summer, and tried to translate a sentence from Mr. Sartre's book: "If existence is separated from its transcendence of essence, it is paler than abstraction."
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Butterflies flew by, making me aware of summer, and tried to translate a sentence from Mr. Sartre's book:
If existence is separated from its transcendence of essence, it is an abstraction that is paler than abstraction. 】
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The butterfly flew by, making me aware of summer, and tried to translate a sentence from Mr. Sartre's book: "If existence is separated from its transcendence of essence, it is paler than abstraction."
The butterfly flew by, making me aware of summer, and tried to translate a sentence from Mr. Sartre's book: "If existence is separated from its transcendence of essence, it is paler than abstraction."
The butterfly flew by, making me aware of summer, and tried to translate a sentence from Mr. Sartre's book: "If existence is separated from its transcendence of essence, it is paler than abstraction."
The butterfly flew by, making me aware of summer, and tried to translate a sentence from Mr. Sartre's book: "If existence is separated from its transcendence of essence, it is paler than abstraction."
The butterfly flew by, making me aware of summer, and tried to translate a sentence from Mr. Sartre's book: "If existence is separated from its transcendence of essence, it is paler than abstraction."
The butterfly flew by, making me aware of summer, and tried to translate a sentence from Mr. Sartre's book: "If existence is separated from its transcendence of essence, it is paler than abstraction."
The butterfly flew by, making me aware of summer, and tried to translate a sentence from Mr. Sartre's book: "If existence is separated from its transcendence of essence, it is paler than abstraction."
The butterfly flew by, making me aware of summer, and tried to translate a sentence from Mr. Sartre's book: "If existence is separated from its transcendence of essence, it is paler than abstraction."
The butterfly flew by, making me aware of summer, and tried to translate a sentence from Mr. Sartre's book: "If existence is separated from its transcendence of essence, it is paler than abstraction."
