It’s just me in here no other sound but the hydraulic lift humming and my contended breathing…just breathe my child, just breathe. Into the depths of the dark and unseen we go, one breath at a time, submerge yourself…it’s a miraculous weapon along with its exclusivity into your most abysmal desires, your remembrance, you rarest of unearthed gems. It’s no time to be coy, get creative already…galvanize and free those sparks of originality. It’s your arrival after the darkness of a winter lapse, an epoch time to resist temptation and remain loyal to your heartening self…it’s the cycle of growth once again, a stretch of a lifetime for us personally, universally to cultivate for the great harvest ya’ll.
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