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In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. ~Margaret Atwood
I don’t know where I am. At times I plunge to the bottom of the sea, at times, rise up like the Sun. At times, the universe is pregnant by me, at times I give birth to it. ~ Rumi
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
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