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Wind

Winds blow through the forests of the world
and we smell love.

Ocean tides blanket the earth
and we taste love.

Stars and galaxies swing through the sky
and love is ours.

A small bird lights in your garden and calls.

The quiet voice of love surrounds us all.

Love lifts us, binds us, moves us, teaches us, heals us.

And shakes us...







The little bee works endlessly and brings sweetness to the world.

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