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That remembered is not of present, true the fact. Self in name, but person no more, a note is played and heard intact. Resonation fades through fault or purpose, and plucked again a new key to nurture, sound or noise, felt or heard, possibility given but no outcome occurred, perhaps another. Pick and focus on what comes to mind, and what was listened for can be pure to find, for sequence in health the song will give, a symphony of life in truth herewith.
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Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 7:57 PM UTC
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That remembered is not of present, true the fact. Self in name, but person no more, a note is played and heard intact. Resonation fades through fault or purpose, and plucked again a new key to nurture, sound or noise, felt or heard, possibility given but no outcome occurred, perhaps another. Pick and focus on what comes to mind, and what was listened for can be pure to find, for sequence in health the song will give, a symphony of life in truth herewith.
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Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 7:57 PM UTC
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