The cold wind in my face, vibrating sound of the night in every part of my being, racing thoughts, lie at times to the old ways to complicate my life, and then remember the wonderful simplicity to hug me the light of my beloved moon, blankets in the icy wind, the wonderful comfort of the sounds of the night ... marvel and give thanks for the time being in its perfection, by my life and believe me, waking life, get rid of the spiral of decline, winds of change are blowing in all directions, wisdom is revealed to which stops to listen, the moon in my eyes.
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