Genius is patience. — Isaac Newton
Genius is patience. — Isaac Newton
Genius is patience. — Isaac Newton
Genius is patience. — Isaac Newton
Genius is patience. — Isaac Newton
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Genius is patience.

— Isaac Newton
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