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And in his tipycal fashion on candle nights like this, he jumped on top off the long dining table, throwing his hands into the air, one with his fingers spread wide and the other holding an enthusiasitc glass of wine.

"Mentha spicata el corazon!" he shouted. "To all of you, my sweet wonderful bags of sparkling stardust, I wish life to you. I wish nothing less than the true inspiration to the deepest parts of your soul. That your minds and hearts would explore the laughter of every new thing and be wrapped in ribbons of every single emotion, from the one founds in heaven to the darkest in darkness! That writer's block will be no block, but a stepping stone to something greater; I toast you and your sense of wonder, new life!"

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"Mentha spicata el corazon!" We loudly toasted each other in response