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Sycamore Leaves Four

Yin follows a path Google Maps could never conceive of

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Nostalgia makes friends of foes

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That which brings ease is not always easy

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The air feels loved, thanks to you and me, said I, to the Tree

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Don’t let your imagination run over the perch of expectation

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Complicated can be automated, complex wants a cortex

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I continuously surprise myself grieving things I never fathomed as worthy of grief

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Wisdom is the evolution of entropy

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The inner ear: Music and Dance embedded into the same bone.

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Importante e’ l’artista che protegge la freschezza del bambino

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Insanity

Has never

tasted 

So much

Like Truth

Sycamore Leaves Five

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