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Sleeping on a dozen frozen boulders. Dreaming of a dozen frozen rivers. Being overcome by a dozen frozen fingers Digging up what will soon become a dozen ice cold oceans. A single ray of healthy golden sunlight Shines down on all those frozen figures. And as those frozen rivers start to melt The frozen fingers begin to float up and away. Then there grows a dozen tall and green trees. In a dozen different voices they tell me "May your heart remain weightless and your mind keep you floating. For the air may bring you to from a dozen different places. No one will benefit from your own self oppression."
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
Sitting Frozen
Sleeping on a dozen frozen boulders. Dreaming of a dozen frozen rivers. Being overcome by a dozen frozen fingers Digging up what will soon become a dozen ice cold oceans. A single ray of healthy golden sunlight Shines down on all those frozen figures. And as those frozen rivers start to melt The frozen fingers begin to float up and away. Then there grows a dozen tall and green trees. In a dozen different voices they tell me "May your heart remain weightless and your mind keep you floating. For the air may bring you to from a dozen different places. No one will benefit from your own self oppression."
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
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