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Nature speaks and roars with mystical power, drops its leaves and grass growing on our backs ... The wind sways from side to side the scent of the words spoken quietly and were suspended for a moment to be savored ... The masks drop and swallows the damp earth, the metamorphosis of feelings do break the cocoon of sight, and then break down the barriers to fly over the grassy hills that are drawn to the horizon ... After the knots in the skin, the flowers turn toward the sun, the clouds that hover sheep in the sky, the hum of the veins, heart in hand, high systolic pressure verses emanates vibrations reflected in the white pages of a Book abandoned ... Now the covenant between earth and heaven is closed with a handshake, with a faraway look, with a bye. 
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