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Sometimes the blood burns and shines, sometimes my blood hurts ... We live in a three dimensional world where our blood is the fourth dimension. She can pardon and judge, she can relate and divide, it may be the fifth season to be and eighth day in the human Sunday. She has no hidden shallows unknown, there are no underwater stones in our blood - in the world of half-truths and secrets the blood is not capable of deception. River without a ford, without a bridge to cross it - it does not cross borders, states. Five liters of blood. Enough, however to save us or drown us.