In the moment between my breath in and my breath out, I like54c98a8c59e5e6b0d81ce7d6e0f832c8 to hear the silence of my mind; in this brief second I can be myself, freely, fiercely calmly. But sadly, this moment this doesn’t happened often enough to straight me out! So I have to be this dancer in the movement of the echo of myself blended with the world’s rustles.

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