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Conversing
with the world,
quietly,
gently,
so as to feel its way,
feel the turning,
of every day,
of sunrises, and sunsets,
of work, and play,
love and romance,
life and death,
of come what may,
immersed in sensation,
the music passes through my being,
observing its wonderment,
through emotion, I am seeing,
crying most every day,
on its beauty,
its oneness through all,
random ups and downs,
the efforts, with which we toil,
fortunate I am,
to be in this place,
a part of the grandeur,
...conversing,
...quietly,
...gently,
...in its embrace.
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