Return. Centaur's emotions. It recovers the joy of the meadows, it reminds its chilhood. With no blinkers it looks at the past. What was used to be uninteresting to its eyes is now touching. The calligrapher made his life of man as his life of artist. Because yesterday he was open-minded, today he can have a serene look on his origins. He let to the past its due and he sees it for what it has been. This way he can understand the present and accept the future as one's own.

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