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January 29, 2012


Sitting quietly
By the flowing black river
The full moon and I

Be the wind that touches your face. Be the raindrop that falls from the sky. Be the snowflake that lands in the perfect spot on a cold, snowy, winter night. Be the ice that forms at midnight and the ice that melts when it touches the sun in the morning. It is possible to be all these things if you one with the universe.