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Movement isn’t simply our birthright, It’s our universal essence

I sit in silence in this yellow walled room, Even in stillness there is movement; Outside my window, white clouds move, Foam the shape of gazelles decorate the sky; Down below, two children jump, They move faster than the clouds;  I smell their joy, I smile from my liver, And I suddenly remember, Our solar… Continue reading Movement isn’t simply our birthright, It’s our universal essence