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Our shelter is an everything stretching like a wholesome feeling silently situated in the beauty of growth. We are brushstroked surface folks (ponded rushes) happily wind webbed and winnowed to the point of exhaustion. Our clearest horizon can be likened to touch it is never lost or left behind; for a gentle awareness breeds in all of us.

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