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All is alive with rebirth. The heat from the golden globe in the sky dries the Water droplets glistening from the wings of the dragonfly. Souls are transferring along the silk of the spiders creation. Ah, reincarnation. Love, survival , desire, it all binds us. Superfluous, or not. It is our goal, we seek, have sought, is it all for naught? Soulmates, instinctively recognize the other. Calmness engulfs the energy,  draining any memory. Freedom to be.
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC
To be.
All is alive with rebirth. The heat from the golden globe in the sky dries the Water droplets glistening from the wings of the dragonfly. Souls are transferring along the silk of the spiders creation. Ah, reincarnation. Love, survival , desire, it all binds us. Superfluous, or not. It is our goal, we seek, have sought, is it all for naught? Soulmates, instinctively recognize the other. Calmness engulfs the energy,  draining any memory. Freedom to be.
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC
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