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Thursday, May 19, 2011
Night Wandering
“All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there."
Rumi
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Your words do some beautiful talking...
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