The silent question,
the quiet voids filled with love,
the tranquil beauty.
the quiet voids filled with love,
the tranquil beauty.
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.