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Rio de Janeiro, Rio de Janeiro

"My goal is so far away that I’m not even on the starting line yet." All things pass in time. We are far less significant than we imagine ourselves to be. All that we are, all that we have wrought, is but a shadow, no matter how durable it may seem. One day, when the last man has breathed his last breath, the sun will shine, the mountains will stand, the rain will fall, the streams will whisper--and they will not miss him.