there is no end to what we can unfold to... no limit except where we decide to erect the walls of impossibility... no end to our travels... how big we wish to live, to experience, to give life to creation through the immensity of our imagination, this is all up to us... all the doors are open... all of them whisper and beckon... we just need to step through... to be willing to see with eyes that truly see and feel with hearts that truly feel... to walk on those mossy paths adorned and enter under those star drenched skies where we spin in ecstasy to drums that beat in sync with the earth and allow the gentle fire to consume us
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