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Sing a song to entertain, as we sit around a little fire. We are small, our fire smaller, so we think we know, we trust our science, as taught, were we, to test a known, religiously, to prove, all things. At once, we think, if it were me, alone, thinking we may, we might disintegrate as fuel in fire, becoming beings we are, under your skin, in your sense of wedom, happening in ever for ever's own sake.
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Oct 19, 2022
Oct 19, 2022 at 12:32 PM UTC
Call to Jongleurs
Sing a song to entertain, as we sit around a little fire. We are small, our fire smaller, so we think we know, we trust our science, as taught, were we, to test a known, religiously, to prove, all things. At once, we think, if it were me, alone, thinking we may, we might disintegrate as fuel in fire, becoming beings we are, under your skin, in your sense of wedom, happening in ever for ever's own sake.
Uselessness of solitude redeemed in thought called prayer in some stories.
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Oct 19, 2022
Oct 19, 2022 at 12:32 PM UTC
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