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Twisted up in the juncture between bliss and longing, fear and loathing, fully alive and ready to be torn to bits.

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It is dark and a sweet rain is falling, soaking the parched ground and soothing my thirsty soul. I’ve got the doors and windows open so the damp breeze and the sound of the rain can fill this empty house.

I feel every bit as dark as this night.

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Namaste.

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