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Perpetual dance of the conscious in the body is this Which are those eyes, whose, where are they to whom the perception of this dance is possible?
Yes! Now starts the talk of winter season. Necessarily in it is the hand of the deformityon every branch, every leaf of the plants there is snow-fall. And the wind chimes in, having an impure mind and dirty
body,
with the nature. Beautiful, soft-bodied these creepers getting pale with the touch of the winter are burning completely
Everyone's body is familiar with the sensation of tremor, but, whose heart is filled with compassion? Who is he, where? When does he become kind? The shower of compassion
90 :: Silent Soil
