The words are echoing by silence. Africa or Arctica. Both merge in the simplest purity of enjoyment.
In the words spelled the beauty and old wisdom. The first one, divine. Just from the center of your being.
Buddhas all around.
And sunny day with sharp cutting wind.
Music.
Sunday, 13 June 2010
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