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Dec 2017
It sees into the depths where the vision loses its reason.

It listens to the voices when the normal sounds are voided.

It smells the thoughts even when their reach is abated.

It tastes the feelings when the words can't express the emotions.

It feels the touch even when the physical manifestations are separated by countless miles.

What a magical thing our heart is!
Vachaspathi
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Vachaspathi  India
(India)   
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