How I learn from the wind
Freedom is a treasure within
Art can never satisfy without humility
Stretched like a binder
Procrustean beds broken
Concepts burn like a fire
Red hot jazz
Love opens preconceptions
New neuron patterns
Old streets with roses
Blossom away from power
Growth walks out of the temple
Led by the Spirit
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