Isn't that beautiful? Can'y you feel the cold air on your skin? The smell of the water and the silence from within melding softly to the sounds without: birds, crickets, frogs. Don't you want to be on a canoe softly rippling with an oar - no consciousness of your me-machine?
no consciousness of your me-machine?
Put me there
We need to go back in time sometimes
Wistfulness is everything
Let it fall over me - primordial and basic
Breathing and hearing
in that fog, in that cold air
like a person in the world
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