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as it speaks to me of all the things I search for and find no where else. The quiet of dawn's early light twilight's whisper or the complete hush of early morning darkness when all is still nothing to be decided or pondered but allowing all that is just to be. The quiet that few people find the quiet some are afraid of this is the quiet I know and love the quiet where I find myself. © Sharlie Mello |
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