Shattered to pieces,
love comes shining through the cracks.
And our soul is healed.
love comes shining through the cracks.
And our soul is healed.
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.