Molwanien, my love! Oh, I could always walk on your streets that wind like tape through the center of Lutenblag. Here I find, nor the lock unit in the world.
Defoe Robinson sent to the island, Goethe Iphigenia in Tauris, Novalis Heinrich to the blue flower in the Magic Forest. The escape from reality they were! Sensible wrote this, who could face the destruction of the world only to escape into romantic forest niches contrary.
It returns a guide to wholeness! Molwanien is round. No corners with walls in between, you could fit in the window of reality.
why so few find even in the land of the damaged smile. Because they listen to romantic poet and follow these same Guru-adept, instead of themselves to make the search. Molwanien is just around the corner.
You need only look it.
"Here I want dead
Über'm fence hang "
(Molwanisches motto)
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