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Have you ever sat
where the Sunday air gathered you upon its simple dreams and dismays when leaves upon the trees would break away and for a second would find its freedom upon the breeze dancing the unlimited span of the duration Till falling the song was over. Or on a blistering hot summer day see the reflective ray cast upon the waters edge, blinding and there find yourself drawn to the heavy haze where sleep bids your constant gaze and in the moment between sleep and being awake You found yourself at peace. Is there ever a time when you sit in the silence of dark room wanting your mind to drift far away finding you really have never known the space of a moment, the depth of a second you realize your thoughts were always captive never as free as the day should be To explore the true meaning of life. Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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