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ANTARCTICA, profound insignificance of my existence.

In this desolate beauty, I left my footprints.

The white silence, far from civilization. What purpose do we actually serve in this so called LIFE?

Is there truly a purpose?

Perhaps , purpose isn’t getting the answers, but the questions themselves we dare to ask.

The silence often so lound here..

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