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The words of my mouth are for all people. Who will listen with their hearts and minds? Sadness seeps out of the earth as it sees the peoples falling. Who or
what are they falling for? My breath is my word. Today
my breath is mingled in a mist and hidden from you. Like the picture of an icy stream
it's banks covered with knee deep crisp snow. A mist rises from the running water and as I stand close to the bank and breathe
out my breath it minges in that mist and you do not hear me. Free
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