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When the mind circles      like an eagle soars, lost souls will fly high     crying out for home.
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
Dyad - 64 -
When the mind circles      like an eagle soars, lost souls will fly high     crying out for home.
16:15 - 01/07/17 State of mind: sorrow; hope. Thoughts: from feeling - optimistic/loved. The higher we fly the further we are from being grounded. A good vantage point in high places is as important as our dreams, but it is a harsh and lonely place to soar through the thin, mountain air. In the face of hardship and austerity, it takes courage to not give up on what you believe in. I believe lost souls can find their home when their cries are heard... and answered. Questions: How can we be heard by someone who is unwilling to listen? Notes: credit to Sun for helping me with the idea. Listening to: Duran Duran - Ordinary World
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