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And, the soil every moment getting filtered through the bag, entering the scratches is becoming the softest ointment, is getting steeped more in the sentiment of compassion. Not only this much, the rough touch of the bag at that spot is getting merged in dense softness. Still, the fairy from the world of sadness sitting on the face of the soil is refusing migration.
The reason for this state of the soil is that
the soil is just getting scorched in the fire of repentance thinking that "I am the efficient cause for this scratch, for this burning sensation". And
36 :: Silent Soil
