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You sat on your perfect tree limb... near white out snow falling. You leaned windward, alighting your form. One hand clapping... you unified sight and sound, then there was Zen.
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
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You sat on your perfect tree limb... near white out snow falling. You leaned windward, alighting your form. One hand clapping... you unified sight and sound, then there was Zen.
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
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