The merge of feelings and thoughts upon the journeying mind. The soul that's in search of a curtail of the depths of queries that cloud the mind alike the skies. Sending them upon earth either with a scatter or a cluster that's well known to the diverse direction that the wind blows. The prevalence of times when absent is the sent of the scent of affection. Where feelings and thoughts are acknowledged by the draw nigh of the afar to encircle the depths of the mind with reason.
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