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Exalted and bounding
within the tight limitation of my skin,
do I remember the freedom and joy of my eternal being? It is here, inside of me always. Knowing so wisely, waiting so patiently, loving so unconditionally. And sometimes my bodily prison walls remember that their glow is fueled by the greatest bliss of all, that of having touched infinity. (Martina Hoffmann 1998) |
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