Title: Valgfritt

Text: Dust if you must, but the world's out there, with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair. A flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come around again. Dust if you must, but bear in mind, old age will come and it's not kind. And when you go - and go you must - you, yourself, will make more dust. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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