There is an area in the ear that is filled with nothing, it leads to the mind that comprehends nothing. It brings a feeling of smooth desire, like wind on a summer day. It took me a long time to find this air, it is not blown like the pain of an infection. It is more like the pull back of curtains in your home, and the light whisk of a cracked window during spring. The plants know how to lean towards it should the leaves become grown enough to reach for sight...
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