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" the sailor chooses the wind that takes the ship from safe port, but winds have a mind of thier own." |
“As we gradually tear the point out of its restricted sphere of customary influence, its inner attributes – which were silent until now – make themselves heard more and more. One after the other, these qualities – inner tensions – come out of the depths of its being and radiate their energy. Their effects and influence upon human beings overcome ever more easily the resistance they set up. In short, the dead point becomes a living thing…
I am arriving in New Zealand
Sat, November 25, 2006 - 3:38 PM
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first my body and the rest of me follows a bit unreal still it has been a long time since all i have and need is carried on my back i am letting the freedow saturate me leaving the pressence of my sweet love was hearder than i knew. what a blessing.
water carrying paint down the drain
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