a fall in temperature or a churn of my god. Such beauty lies in the body of a violin. A bud that forgot how to flower. Curious how one must be there to plant a garden. You could call it meditating or trying to meet the world. This morning I brushed the cheek of belief. Reminded
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a fall in temperature or a churn of my god. Such beauty lies in the body of a violin. A bud that forgot how to flower. Curious how one must be there to plant a garden. You could call it meditating or trying to meet the world. This morning I brushed the cheek of belief. Reminded