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RE: For sale (sell-for...)

in #poem6 years ago

The mass man, the concrete man, the waste man, the technology man, @d-pen. The large number of samples that life can become, though brief, are not light. The planet's solid body begs for mercy. There's no truce for man, no refuge in that much debris. Faced with this certainty, the daily walk along the ubiquitous path takes place, and only a long inner journey can save us. Greetings to you

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Thanks for your greetings and meditations. Welcome