Nature abhors a vacuum. — Francois Rabelais
Nature abhors a vacuum. — Francois Rabelais
Nature abhors a vacuum. — Francois Rabelais
Nature abhors a vacuum. — Francois Rabelais
Nature abhors a vacuum. — Francois Rabelais
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Nature abhors a vacuum.

— Francois Rabelais
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