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The practice, quotidian duty to the aim, the goal, the offering of self, will and all, in a hope some witness in their spirits. Premyelinated young adults, abating breath, to hold a thought zooming, to the post war mind state, presumed to be a dank monk's cell, peace vacuum, empty but of words boasting in stories told of works done battlefield conversions, witnessed where ever war has made believers, of any with survival will to prove the experience, practice making good enough, this got to it state, got it, got the proof, spiritual, mental marks of exclusion, blank eyed stare, unforgettable visions, yes, see here, in the tween twixt you and us, we the lost minds used by many who once left being, just left being by many who once knew the art of keeping bees can be calming, I imagine, but never have attempted the art. Most learners leave as users entranced by the evidence in the dance.
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Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 1:13 PM UTC
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The practice, quotidian duty to the aim, the goal, the offering of self, will and all, in a hope some witness in their spirits. Premyelinated young adults, abating breath, to hold a thought zooming, to the post war mind state, presumed to be a dank monk's cell, peace vacuum, empty but of words boasting in stories told of works done battlefield conversions, witnessed where ever war has made believers, of any with survival will to prove the experience, practice making good enough, this got to it state, got it, got the proof, spiritual, mental marks of exclusion, blank eyed stare, unforgettable visions, yes, see here, in the tween twixt you and us, we the lost minds used by many who once left being, just left being by many who once knew the art of keeping bees can be calming, I imagine, but never have attempted the art. Most learners leave as users entranced by the evidence in the dance.
... and with ideal viral at tension, let go, slow enough to see, if you let the river be the same, you become the difference. This goes on for thousands of lines, worth my time, not yours, re thinking the prize, just might seem wasteful of good intention.
kenpepiton
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 1:13 PM UTC
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