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echoes into the present and future. reverberating motions that kind of intertwine, so you find that theyβre not really that separate. even one touch can sweep everything into motion with it.
it's so beautiful how there's so many tides, collisions shades...shades unfurling in the vast ocean of our being. has the innateness of your being been steeped enough in it? do the colors and shades ripple into you or float off of you?
i used to envy the creatures in the ocean. it seemed as though they were closer to something beautifully sublime.
yet there seem to always be waves, colors, lifeforms being enacted into motion that are beyond our perception. and when they all line up, there is an inexorable amount of grace and harmony to be witnessed. somehow my breath has sweeped a passerby into a lull that they've mistaken as theirs. but it belongs to neither of us.
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