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Life and death have no dissonance, One is rest and relaxation is the other, repose in matter and rest in spirit

This untimely monsoon did awake indulgence and I forgotthy word of love. Dictum dies in inert pain and dizzy is the sense. Sitting careless on the lawn, mower of disused land mind is unwary of the essence.

My stella is my ever green bower that blooms Flowers without branch and root