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Mar 2016
Waking.  Encompassed by sounds far beyond the stretched boundaries of human conception.  Attempted by animals of raw thought to understand.  Though defining the obvious only spawns extreme difficulty for them.  One slightly detached from the rest listens  for volume as well as sound and differences within difference.  As concentration is further revealed by an onlook upon still reflection.  A reflection of Pure sound.  To connect Pure with Natural, two believed one.  Yet each equally substantial and distinctly ground.
john p green
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john p green  florida
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