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Oriental Hat

One day, in an old oriental shop, I tried on a hat. And then I fell apart into small parts. I became the wind that plays with a piece of bright fabric. I have become a fabric that flutters in the wind. I became the sage who observes all this and his hat in which this wisdom is preserved. I took off the Hat and the vision disappeared. But that moment when I fell apart into small parts was the most important moment of my life.

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