Downtime

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When I withdraw from the roster of worldly duties

when I’m with myself cawing of crows bothers me

more than before. I like to bombinate. When I get

used to its pace, ravines belong to another sequel.

Hortative voices within convey Absolute Being to

point of convergence. This is bliss.

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