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The Master was sitting near a pond one day when a young man with a troubled look upon his face, approached him. “Join me if you like.” The Master walked to the edge of a still pond, framed by sycamore trees, their leaves golden orange and about to fall. “Please
Priya Sanjay Tandon Jun 17, 2006

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