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1:45 p.m. - 2002-04-12 Contemplating state... of present grace, quiet, stillness, Dense tall grass tickling my calves... Homing sensors lead to this place Where time and space... cannot be traced And those like I... not effaced...... Where I sometimes am....most congruently aware... Cares...float up away effortlessly..in summer-scented fragrant air.... While laid white-bare.....suddenly................... I cannot move... ...arriving like a loved guest without conscious invitation....no reservation........such surpassing beauty... That softly leaves... As the thought arrives...that I'd....like to stay...forever... Before thrust back...to the world of many opposites....and thought inducing..paradoxes.
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