It is the evening that questions thus from within me. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
It is the evening that questions thus from within me. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
It is the evening that questions thus from within me. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
It is the evening that questions thus from within me. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
It is the evening that questions thus from within me. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
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It is the evening that questions thus from within me.

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
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