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raze
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so often you're speaking to people who have no ears to hear what you say, and no mouths that will allow them to offer any words of their own. they have no hands to hold, and no eyes with which to meet yours. you try to say or do something that will hold some meaning, and it isn't heard. it isn't felt. it isn't seen. it's dead before it hits the ground. it doesn't mean a thing. and then sometimes you are seen, and heard, and felt, and spoken to, and you learn it really does matter. all of it. all the fumbling and failing wasn't for nothing, because it led you here. so here you are. where to next?
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Furthur
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ovenbird
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Where to next... How about to look, to listen, to lose [your]self inside this soft world - to instruct [your]self over and over in joy, and acclamation. (Courtesy of Mary Oliver "Mindful")
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what's it to you?
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blather
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