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Jul 2021
There is no evidence for the soul
But its absence
Nothing, nothing, nothing

The body to the soil
The soul slips away

I'm grateful today for bocce ball
Green and red all morning

I was in Italy once
Cathedral in Siena

Felt the Tuscan sun
Silently to pray

    Italy. Verily. Yea.
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
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     SUDHANSHU KUMAR, Autumn, Lawrence Hall and Brett
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