Tripping down lanes of drums, beating rhythms of my heart, skipping up and down chords of beautiful particles of nature.
Being enhanced daily by the enormous quest of living, always correcting and absorbing the essences of everything imagination holds within me.
Sensing all factions as they are divulged intrepidly in quiet aptitudes of being.
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