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intoxicated with the gift of life
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The tinker and weeder are overlapped, intertwined and consumed with the toil of their tasks and labors. Each day is engrossed with love...the thought, the name, the voice...entangled...more complicated and more determined... Does the melancholy disposition mask the ecstasy of life and union within the spirit?
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