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_I am not my words, Nor am I the letters from which they are formed; I am a beating drum, A cacophony, A riot keeping pace with mortal time; Spinning order thriftily, So as not to cheapen the divinely proclaimed language of the soul._
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Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 7:45 PM UTC
Meditation