& At Dawn. The uniform sound of dry long sweeps of the autumn leaves charged the crisp thin air. Had been doing it for a 1000 years. Dislodging and moving the resting leaves off the pebbles without touching a single pebble.
Mesmerising meditating swings of a time pendulum that slowed time down.
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& what can dislodge the Dust of life off the mind…..
