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zen, and the art of stealth |
While traveling the sometimes gut-wrenching Highway 1 near Big Sur, Stealth demanded a moment to replenish his serenity. Surveying the cliffs, he made multiple exclamations regarding the perilous drop to the sea. Fog rolled over him, only to break for sunshine. A California condor considered his nutritional value then disappeared into the wooded hillside.
At last Stealth spoke: "
Without expectation, we are capable of everything."
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