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[ivan23]

Picture the lake, placid among the willows; picture the sky lined with clouds. Both are fragile yet eternal, now disturbed and now becalmed, but everlasting by the reckoning of man's brief glimpses. Sit beneath their gentle care and bring your breath to mimic the rhythm that beats at the centre of all things, make of yourself a pilgrim on the

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[mebib]

*yawn* Reading that made me feel legitimately tired!

[ivan23]

Nap, then; shift yourself into another realm, sink into the oldest of worlds which exists behind our eyelids - the birthright of silent slumber beside the world's fire.