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My breath made no sound. But I knew this was not invisible. Voices thundered in my ears and my eyes grew conscious of the Truth that lay outside of me. This is the unconscious. Humbled. …Do you think an explanation would help?
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Love is light with the darkest heart. A great hole knocked in the bottom. There’s an exchange of energy there. Where the waves and the shores give birth to a sun beyond the horizons. And a searing blaze comes to us for strength. …It would not resist or even protest.
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There is no note of sacrifice in a voice that brings on singing spells. And the night seems a little less dark, and to the West, there is a lightning in the sky. It throws a hard shadow into the mountain cleft. And the sleepers stir in their bed and awaken. Ochre yellow concentration aimed…
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We’re still quarantined and I can only imagine the strike and rush of little waves on my favorite beach and their silent withdrawal. Where do they go? I don’t know. Humanity’s fate has a chance, nevertheless. …They joined the forefinger with thumb to show how great it was.
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The fierce torch of youth lights our faces strongly. Nearly all are alike but watch that fire burn down. Will that beauty fall? Life is more than a twig fire and this fire does not die down quickly. …They rocked from side to side and moaned out a song.
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Hadi Atallah 