There are worlds that seem unreal, as some sensations seem unreal experience. I read your poem and I wonder how “unfractured” we are, how whole we are. Can we live without the environment not hurting us, not affecting us? Like that leaf that falls and follows its fall in a light way, aware that in the fall there is also beauty. It is always good to read you. Nice night, my friend.
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