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Write it. Cast the overflow of your grateful heart toward the white clouds, peaceable there over the mountains, might it carried be lovingly, like a Dandelions seed on the wind across a whispering field. How pleasant for them, upon whose shoulder might your words fall, wondering and in desert.


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