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Maybe I was
waiting for the wind to stop blowing, or at least to stop changing. Still I greeted it every day. I felt it every day. I thanked it every day. And then one day I could no longer feel the wind. I thought maybe it had gone away, but then I realized: I am the wind.
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Clean rooms. Clean spaces. Little to see. But what is there, I clearly see. Clean rooms. Clean spaces. Clear mind, clear heart, clear life.
We absorb the vibrations of the spaces we keep. |
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