The winter winds howl,
smokey vapors of breath rise,
blanket of embrace.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗
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.