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What a privilege to start the day with this 💓 thank you 💖

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no: thank you for being here. <3

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beautiful!

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and you, little voice. <3

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What I would do to just go on a walk with you lol

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we just did. x

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"And we realise, perhaps, that it is not one thing we love, or ourselves that we need to— but the whole thing itself."

I think the birds and the trees are your friend. Thank you.

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and your friends also <3

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Yes, I identify with this sentiment exactly. Love is a stranger that encounters someone else on an empty lot. You tend to view things separately from a wide width. I know how it feels to look within. I do it a lot with my own attempts at poetics. The language of a poet whether it is derived from a zen buddhist or a street philosopher is true and honest. I miss the sense of rain, the trees, and the air sometimes. One can absorb so much of life, and neglect what really matters. Friendship matters no matter who is the messenger. It is the holiday season now. I wish thee glad tidings and wishes on candlelight. I very much associate with these assertions. Little voices, let us be like water that enfolds us all. The source of imagination is a watery place. Be fluid now.

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'love is a stranger that encounters someone else on an empty lot'.

how else would we find enough open space to play?

thank you, little voice. <3

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absolutely exquisite!

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as are you, little voice.

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