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The words of this place are selected from a swarm of warmly moving currents, Each from an always cycling rhythm not unlike the rhythm of your life, bound by logic, and fit closely to the patterns of weather natural light water and the rocks , only sometimes as stuck and jagged, and sometimes alive with asweetcrazy buzzing and sometimes starkly apparent. I wish you love and do so with vowels and consonants dissonance and consonance. { L. F. }
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