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#68 We crest in moments of uncertainty. We peak with serious doubts. Shadows yield to substance ethereal. Time ungraspable oozes through our frantic clutches. Life is a fine mesh. Porous to all, yet holding all. Enjoy the good and the great, before it has sifted through. Don't despair the bad and evil. Soon it will have sifted through. We are a circulation of humus and spices, time and emotions, the sun and God. A mixture A concoction Roil your mixture. Rev your flow. Enjoy, Be Kind, Love, Share, Notice, Listen So when our circulation stops, our flow will not. |
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