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Jul 2023
sat within the squall (the surrounding sea always close)
a month or more gone to record history
one wonders if flat calm will ever return.

and so abandoning oneself to meditation
to listening to the centre
where all things are resolved (would seem to be a wise course of action)
Written by
nivek
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