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sometimes eggs are the beginning of life and a nign if the future. sometimes they are just a calcium shell holding nothing but the lingering oder of sulphur
~ Love is timeless, love is purity.
It is the lightless light, the rays of the sunrise dancing on the surface of the sea.
Love is you, and love is me.
It is the deepest knowing,
The serenity of being, the laughter of the earth,
The limitless breath of the wind, the wonder of potential,
The power of thought, the gift of life, the highest vibration,
The most profound awareness... the knower.
Life. Love. Infinite. within you. Now. Always. ~
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Shot on a sunny October day. What struck me was the stark
contrast between the vivid happy colours and the idea of lots of those gone who found their last shelter there. There was
somethind wrong and eerie about this scene...
Along my street, these steady steps resound
Year after year my friends are slowly leaving.
The all-absorbing lightlessness around
Find ease seeing me alone and grieving.
Bella Akhmadulina
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Surprise! This amazing sun broke through after a day of complete grayness, and I'm still not sure how it happened. If you look at the photo below this, which was taken maybe 15 minutes before, you can see the blanket of clouds. It didn't look like it could possibly break up the way it did. I was shooting the lightless landscape when Joe pointed out that the trees behind us were suddenly ablaze. I had to sprint from where I was up to this spot to capture the fleeting moment.
I came up with a little trick while shooting this: Lacking a reverse GND, I thought I'd try and fake it by holding my 2-stop GND upside down. Of course that would leave a visible edge if I didn't line it up perfectly, so I just jiggled the filter slightly during the exposure, blurring the hard line of the filter's edge. It worked pretty well.
The city's surroundings were filled with early spring colours ... The atmosphere was dark and your lungs could actually inhale the moisture that existed in the air ... The windless atmosphere kept the sea calm, but its dark, lightless appearance was indicating that this was only a temporary status ... The storm was about to burst and the city was preparing to welcome it ....
EXIF: PENTAX Optio T20, ISO 160, f 2,7, focal length 6.19 mm, Shutter Speed 1/200 s, HDR made by only one original shot conveying with accuracy the scene's exact lighting conditions, manual exposure, metering method center weighted, flash went off to catch frontline detail ...
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Mouse Woman - Tusked away in the stern the boat, still ruled by the same obsession to stay concealed in the night shadows and lightless caves… No human, beast or monster has yet seen her in the flesh, so she may or may not look like this.
If only the King had walked a few yards further north he would have had this view down over the village of Long Compton and the witch's curse wouldn't have turned him and his followers to stone...or so the tale goes.
Taken from the top of the low mound of an early Bronze Age burial chamber that blocks the view north from the King Stone. I think I'm stood on the capping stone which I disaprove of myself for doing, but it does give the best view of this gently rolling landscape. The village of Long Compton is hidden in the trees and cloud shadow just right of centre.
Where I'm stood is also one of the main watersheds of southern England (perhaps of significance to the builders of the Rollrights?)
Every drop of water falling where my toes are drains westwards to the River Severn and out into the Atlantic. The rain falling behind me drains eastward to the Thames and the North Sea.
I've been coming here for years and always been frustrated by gloomy flat cloud and lightless conditions so to finally find the view in near perfect conditions was a bit of a happy little jig moment...discreetly.
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You may see what others cannot see,
But life's dense fog is blinding to me.
Unable to detect what is close or near,
It is impossible to see and even hear;
Only dim amber lights make it through..
Blearing the signs on my path to find you.
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The Fog Series: 1of 7
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Under the trees made of supple wood,
When it is neither day nor night,
I will wait for you at the misty meadow
The misty meadow drained of light.
As I wait, I sit and observe,
Pretending that you are there..
Saturated in the golden hue
Breathing the misty meadow air.
The Fog Series: 2 of 7
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The day you died I went into the dirt,
Into the lightless hibernaculum
Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep out the blizzard
Like hieratic stones, and the ground is hard.
It was good for twenty years, that wintering -
As if you never existed, as if I came God-fathered into the world from my mother's belly:
Her wide bed wore the stain of divinity.
I had nothing to do with guilt or anything
When I wormed back under my mother's heart.
-Sylvia Plath
And safe in the darkness drop to my knees
At a lightless window, my hand on the latch
I reach in my pocket, and pull out a match
From a not too distant shoot with Rose. Rose is great; smart, kind of caustic/sarcastic, and just fun to be around. She's not like most people and I love that about her.
Lyrics: The City Sleeps by MC 900 Ft. Jesus
I am wearing a long bow-tied green apron on loose-fitting saffron pajamas. A perfect blend of Owaisi & Yogi Adityanath! 😃 I lie down on a stretcher for the first time in my lifetime & ushered into a cold Operation Theatre. I am told by the Anesthetist that this will prick a bit as he injects the general anesthesia into the central line on my neck. I am out to dark silence before I can do a countdown to ten.
The dreams of delirium begin.
I order a Cheese Pizza with a plate of Maggi Noodles. The Pizza Cutter, a mechanized small saw, whirrs into action & cuts my ego & Sternum equally, with a buzz that I somehow feel. Blood flows out of the Pizza, like tomato puree onto the shaven chest. I quiz about the pending Noodles order. They are conjured off magically from within the chest by the Magician & the blocked arteries are plumbed new.
I go under the water as the sea engulfs me. I sink deep in the red blood sea without a sound. I feel like an Octopus with eight different pipes flailing from various orifices, as I sink to the bottom of the sea. No sound. No pain now.
I wake up to a dark tunnel, the real innards of the sea. I groggily open my eyes & slowly stagger to my feet. I start walking on a railroad in the dark lightless tunnel in the direction there is faint sunlight dawning. I walk faster as the light intensity increases. Suddenly there is a train hurtling towards me. Screaming, whistling, steaming with rage towards me. I am hypnotized & can’t go off the tracks & keep on walking towards it. Out of nowhere, the real Pushpa Raj, i.e. my late brother Raju, jumps ahead of the train & stops the train with a single hand & it hisses to a sudden stop. "Oo Bolega Ya Oo oo Bolega Saala" plays softly in the ICCU.
Out climbs Dr. Jagdish Mange & his team & asks me how am I feeling. I nod weakly as tears can’t stop from my eyes. Raju walks away with his greatest smile & his signature flip of the hair.
Dreams of Delirium could be driven by the pain-relieving Opioids or just memories stored somewhere deep within the crevices of a battered heart. They need to be relived with a fresh start.
I always walk through here in the mind to take photos but it's usually lightless and the slanting floor gives me a headache composition-wise. Today it was bright and full of steam :)
The next big crash is due next year when the commercial real estate market will go bust. Nothing says "depression" like big fancy office buildings with empty parking lots and lightless windows.
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Darkness falls, darkness calls.
Faceless fears, waterless tears.
I keep searching, dwelling
on a single, lightless, and far, star.
Love is the wolf cove, the moonlit sky,
something you thought it was vast
but is just a moist room burned out
too fast. And you wonder why...
"Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveller
Like the beam of a lightless star..."
- W.S.Mervin
Explored - #284, November 4, 2011
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
Think rather,-- call to thought, if now you grieve a little,
The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long.
Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason,
I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see injustice done.
Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;
All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:
Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation--
Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again?
- Be Still, My Soul, Be Still, by Alfred Edward Housman
(Lincoln Park, The Richmond, San Francisco)
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"There is no climate,
no place, and scarcely an hour,
in which nature does not exhibit color
which no mortal effort can imitate or approach.
For all our artificial pigments are,
even when seen under the same circumstances,
dead and lightless beside her living color;
nature exhibits her hues under an intensity of sunlight
which trebles their brilliancy."
-John Ruskin
“Feeling at peace, however fragilely, made it easy to slip into the visionary end of the dark-sight. The rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but that they also loved the dark, where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. The roses said: You do not have to choose. ”
― Robin McKinley, Sunshine
Rather than traverse the Alps on winding, snowy roads, dozens of travellers park their vehicles on a train's special flatcar. Strung long with cars, the ferry-like train whizzes literally through the Alpine mountains. Passengers sit in their pitch-dark cars for most of the journey, as the train enters the mountain on the Italian side and, after 20 lightless minutes, emerges in Switzerland.
The sun and its associated shadows have vanished as WCRL 6499 hustles through Locksley on the way back to West Chester.
SB-800 into 41cm beauty dish with grid from the left
SB-800 into Wesctott 16x22 softbox from above
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Another shot from the Pangaion mountain en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pangaion_Hills, while I was enjoying one of my favourite moments, maybe my most preferred one !!!! To walk aimlessly inside a forest, bearing my photographic equipment, unfamiliar with the sight I might come face to face with, after my next couple of steps ...
Even though it was the 6th of March and around noon, the temperature was somewhere around 0 degrees Celcius and the atmosphere was foggy, dim, lightless, achromatic ... Both trunks were standing motionless, but only one of them, old as it may be, still capable to support life ... The scene was original, amazing, strange and the photographic outcome engaging without a shadow of a doubt ...
EXIF: NIKON D90 with Nikkor Nikon 18 - 55 lens, apperture priority, f 8 (needed a pin sharp middle frame detail and a clear DOF), ISO 200, focal length 18 mm, auto exposure mode, cloudy weather adjusted white balance, center weighted average light metering mode, use of ND HOYA X2 filter, HDR made by only one original RAW shot with shutter speed 1/80 s (chosen by D90), managing to accurately convey the scene's lighting conditions to the viewer, flash went off, no tripod ....
My New Novel
B♭ (B Flat)
I once declared I would never publish again.
But here I am, publishing even more. (^ ^)
Not decided yet.
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Scene: Madison Square Garden 1
Jack stepped into the elevator, shifted the box of donuts in his hand, and pressed the button for Basement Level 3.
As the lit panel above him slowly ticked downward, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. The chill inside the air-conditioned elevator blurred his vision slightly from the heat contrast with the outside world.
Once the elevator doors opened, he turned right. A door appeared immediately on his left. A security guard in a rumpled suit greeted him.
“They’re all waiting for you.”
Jack swiped his security card and smiled faintly.
“Brought donuts. Share them with everyone later.”
The guard grinned, his white teeth flashing behind his sunglasses.
Beyond the thick soundproof door, a dimly lit room opened up—thirty-two monitors glowed pale blue in the dark. Staff moved quickly between equipment, speaking little, focused on their tasks.
The low hum of servers and the occasional alert tone filled the space. In the center stood the command seat, surrounded in a circle by workstations. Along the far wall, a massive screen switched rapidly through live feeds from over 400 cameras placed throughout the arena: audience seats, lobbies, hallways, VIP lounges, loading docks, backstage, electrical rooms, underground passages…
If a single rat showed up in the basement, they could trace it all the way to the sewers.
Jack sat in the command chair and flipped the switch on the gooseneck microphone in front of him. The flexible neck gave a small twitch, and the red indicator light lit up.
“Everyone, I got donuts. Sadly, the glazed ones were sold out. I’ve got Boston Cream, Chocolate Frosted, Strawberry Frosted, and Old-Fashioned. No coffee either. Help yourselves.”
“Jack, I’ll take the Old-Fashioned.”
That was Ben at the loading dock, adjusting the transparent earpiece tubing that coiled into his collar. He muttered through the mic, eyes on the monitor.
Jack gave a faint smile in return, then straightened his voice and spoke seriously into the mic before him.
“The presidential candidate is arriving soon. He’ll enter through Ben’s dock, then head to the VIP room in three minutes. After a 15-minute meeting, he’ll take the stage. Let me be clear—tonight is the national convention where the official nomination will be finalized. The Republican Party hasn’t held it here in over twenty years. And he’s bringing his fiancée, Eleanor Blake. A brilliant and stunning woman. Do not get mesmerized. The only ones you're allowed to admire are the ripped, muscle-bound lunatics. Also, Vice Presidential candidate Cole Harrison will be with them. He’s the watchdog for Justin and his foul mouth. No matter what he says, do not punch him. I’m the one who’ll get punched afterward.”
Jack glanced at his watch.
“They arrive in one minute. Once Justin’s team leaves, enjoy the donuts to your heart’s content. That’s all.”
Darryl, who had been staring at the VIP lounge feed on the left screen, called to Jack from behind.
“Jack, better check in with Elijah at the hospital. Make sure he’s on standby.”
Still facing forward, Jack raised a hand in reply and spoke to Elijah.
“You hear that, Elijah? Darryl thinks you’re lounging at Starbucks.”
Laughter came through immediately. Behind Elijah’s voice, the frantic hospital announcements echoed—at odds with his relaxed tone.
“Darryl, how’d you know? I was just about to fire Jack.”
Swiveling in his chair, Darryl smiled as he looked at his monitor.
“Let’s hope Justin doesn’t end up on your table.”
Jack cut in, ending the banter.
“Everyone, go time. Justin’s here. Follow the plan. I’m counting on you.”
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Scene: Red Hook 1
Amir and Rafi
Red Hook stood apart, even within Brooklyn.
Shielded by the shadows of high-rises, its wind-worn red-brick warehouses and rusted harbor cranes groaned in the breeze. The scent of saltwater layered upon itself with every tide, raising red corrosion on the iron doors.
Beyond a fence with a broken lock, a warehouse door—unused for years—slowly creaked open.
Amir stepped inside, letting his eyes adjust to the lightless space. The smell of oil soaked into the concrete hit his nose.
“Let’s start from here.”
At those words, Rafi gave a silent nod.
Their first visit to this place had been five winters ago.
After losing everything in Gaza to the Israeli military, they fled legally from Egypt through Turkey, reaching Tapachula in southern Mexico. There, they contacted a coyote, a smuggler of undocumented migrants.
Rafi paid $12,000 per person to the trafficker.
The entire sum was paid in cryptocurrency hacked via North Korean channels. The money came from coins stolen through a hacking group linked to North Korea. Amir had written the code himself and erased all traces. They crossed borders not with blood, but with numbers.
Later, they slipped under the border fence at night and entered the U.S. by land.
The Texas night sky was a blue-black deeper than anything they had ever seen. Its low, crystalline blue gave them a flicker of hope—but the fire of hatred still burned brighter.
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Set in New York City.
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Note: I gave a brief explanation of this novel in the following video:
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Notes
1. "Bombay Blood Type (hh type)"
•Characteristics: A rare blood type that lacks the usual ABO antigens — cannot be classified as A, B, or O.
•Discovery: First identified in 1952 in Mumbai, India (formerly Bombay).
•Prevalence: Roughly 1 in 10,000 people in India; globally, about 1 in 2.5 million.
•Transfusion Compatibility: Only compatible with blood from other Bombay type donors.
2. 2024 Harvard University Valedictorian Speech – The Power of Not Knowing
youtu.be/SOUH8iVqSOI?si=Ju-Y728irtcWR71K
3. Shots Fired at Trump Rally
youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT
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僕の新しい小説。
B♭ （ビーフラット）
僕は、もう公開しないと断言しましたが、さらに公開します。(^ ^)
まだ、決定ではありません。
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場面 マディソンスクエアガーデン１
エレベーターに乗ったジャックは、手にしたドーナツの箱を持ち替えると、地下三階へのボタンを押した。冷房の効いたエレベーター内で下っていくランプを見上げたまま、額の汗を拭った。熱した地上からの温度差で多少視界が滲んでいた。
降りて、右手に行くと、すぐ左側に扉があり、よれたスーツを着たセキュリティーの男性がジャックに挨拶した。
「みなさん、もうお待ちですよ」
セキュリティーカードを通してから、ジャックは、口元を緩めていった。
「ドーナツ買ってきたよ。あとでみんなで食べてくれ」
セキュリティーの男性は、白い歯を見せ、サングラス越しに微笑んだ。
厚い防音扉を越えると、薄暗い空間に32面のモニターが青白く光っていた。スタッフが機器の合間を縫って、言葉少なに忙しなく行き交っていく。室内には低く唸るサーバーの音と、時折アラート音だけが響いている。部屋の中央には指揮官席、その周囲に円を描くように並んだワークステーション。壁面いっぱいの巨大スクリーンには、アリーナ内400台以上のカメラがライブ映像を忙しなく切り替え、流し続けている。客席、ロビー、通路、VIPラウンジ、搬入口、ステージ裏、電気設備室、地下通路….
もしも地下通路にねずみが一匹現れたら、下水溝まで追跡できるはずだ。
ジャックは指揮官席に腰を下ろし、前方に据え付けられたグースネックマイクのスイッチを押した。しなる首元がわずかに揺れ、赤いインジケーターが点灯した。
「みんな、ドーナツを買ってきた。残念ながらグレーズドは売り切れだった。ボストンクリーム、チョコフロステッド、ストロベリーフロステッド、オールドファッション、以上だ。コーヒーもないからな。勝手に飲むように」
「ジャック、俺はオールドファッションな」
搬入口にいるベンが、耳に伸びたセキュリティイヤピースの透明なチューブを整えながら、襟元に指を添え、モニター越しに呟いた。
ジャックは軽く微笑み返してから、声を整え、目の前のマイクに向かって、真剣に伝えた。
「まもなく、大統領候補がやってくる。ベンのいる搬入口から入り、３分でVIPルームへ。１５分の打ち合わせ後、アリーナへ登壇する。もう一度確認するが、今夜は大統領候補の指名が正式に確定する全国党大会だ。共和党は、２０年以上振りにここで開催するらしい。それから、フィアンセのエリノア・ブレイクもいっしょだ。容姿端麗な才女だ。見惚れるなよ。お前らが見惚れていいのは筋肉隆々の荒くれものだけだ。さらに副大統領候補のコール・ハリソンもいっしょだ。口の悪いジャスティンのお目付役だ。何を言われても決して殴り返すな。俺があとで殴られるからな」
ジャックは腕時計を見た。
「あと１分で到着だ。ジャスティン一行が帰宅したら、ドーナツをたらふく食べてくれ。以上だ」
画面左側に映ったVIPラウンジに見入っていたダリルが、ジャックの背中にいった。
「ジャック、病院のイライジャにも確認したほうがいい。ちゃんと待機しているようにってね」
ジャックは背を向けたまま、腕を上げて返答するとイライジャに問いかけた。
「聞こえるか、イライジャ。お前がスタバでくつろいでると疑われてるぞ、ダリルに」
イライジャは、笑いながら即答した。背後に、ベルビュー病院内の忙しないアナウンスが走っている。のんびりしたイライジャの声とは正反対だ。
「ダリル、なんでばれた？ そろそろジャックの首を飛ばそうと思ってさ」
椅子を回転させたダリルは、右手のモニターに目を落としながら、イライジャに笑いながらいった。
「お前のところに、ジャスティンが運ばれないことを祈るよ」
ジャックは、二人の会話を遮った。
「全員、スタートだ。ジャスティンが到着した。打ち合わせどおりに。頼んだぞ」
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場面 レッドフック１ アミール、ラフィ
レッドフックは、ブルックリンの中でも異質だった。
高層ビルの影に守られ、風雨に洗われた赤レンガの倉庫と錆びた港湾クレーンが、風に軋んでいる街だ。やってくる潮の匂いが重なるたびに上塗りされ、倉庫の鉄の扉に赤錆を浮かせていく。
鍵の壊れたフェンスの向こう、何年も使われていなかった倉庫の扉が静かに開いた。
アミールは一歩踏み入れ、光のない空間に目を慣らした。コンクリートに染み込んだ油の臭いが鼻をついた。
「ここから始めよう」
その声に、ラフィが黙って頷いた。
ふたりが初めてここにやってきたのは５年前の冬だ。イスラエルによってガザ地区ですべてを失った二人は、合法的にエジプトからトルコを経由し、メキシコの南部タパチュラへ行き、コヨーテと呼ばれる密入国請負人と接触した。ラフィは密入国業者へ一人あたり１２，０００ドルを支払った。すべて、北朝鮮経由でハッキングした仮想通貨での支払いだ。金の出どころは、北朝鮮系ハッカー集団を通じて奪ったコインだった。アミールの手でコードが組まれ、記録は消された。彼らは、血を流さずに数字を流して国境を超えたのだ。その後、国境のフェンスを夜に潜り、陸路でアメリカに入った。
テキサスの夜空は、彼らが見たことのないほど青黒かった。低く、澄んだ深い青の美しさは、彼らの胸にいくらかの希望を与えていたが、それ以上に憎しみの強さが上回っていた。
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これまでのメモ
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54599616429/in/dateposted...
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www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54628511025/in/dateposted...
舞台はニューヨークです。
www.flickr.com/photos/stealaway/54599616429/in/dateposted...
追記 この小説を多少説明しました。
youtu.be/3w65lqUF-YI?si=yG7qy6TPeCL9xRJV
iTunes Playlist Link::
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メモ
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「Bombay型（ボンベイ型、hh型）」
•特徴：通常のABO血液型を持たない（A、B、Oに分類されない）特殊な型。
•発見地：1952年、インド・ムンバイ（旧ボンベイ）で初めて確認。
•発生頻度：インドでは1万人に1人程度だが、世界的には約250万人に1人とも。
•輸血制限：同じBombay型しか輸血できない。
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2024年ハーバード大学首席の卒業式スピーチ『知らないことの力』
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Shots fired at Trump rally
youtu.be/1ejfAkzjEhk?si=ASqJwEmkY-2rW_hT
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~ Love is timeless, love is purity.
It is the lightless light, the rays of the sunrise dancing on the surface of the sea.
Love is you, and love is me.
It is the deepest knowing,
The serenity of being, the laughter of the earth,
The limitless breath of the wind, the wonder of potential,
The power of thought, the gift of life, the highest vibration,
The most profound awareness... the knower.
Life. Love. Infinite. within you. Now. Always. ~
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