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Oct 2011
There is nothing to do
but, sit, stare, think.

Too much can ****,
Too little may still
Not be the answer.

Think of nothing.
Feel nothing.

But nothing is something.
Everything is something.
Everything seems to be the problem
Nothing cannot solve.
Marguerite Christine
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   Lorelei Adams
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