When we float on in this furvent rush of materialism as it forms before our eyes with each passing breath bringing you one step closer to knowing that fullness of letting go into the fall as the pulsaton of real merging with that which is not movea in and out of consciousness in streams of thought cascading down memories and past occuranves to feel into the fullness of the self and to be at home in perpetually foreign skin...
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