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singing
I quit thinking this morning and in my meditation, my old sorrows rose. The ones that still hung on in the wee crevices, but they of course were no match, for when my thinking stopped, there they were plain as day, in the light. So I looked at them up and down, from this angle and from that and then turned them upside down and did it again and again without thinking of course. They disappeared and I went on my way singing.

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