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The winds blow in four directions. The faces of Eve are many as are mine. I have the hands of creation and the fire of passion. I have the stillness of wisdom and the abstract beyond reason. I can be as quiet as a floating leaf or as mad as chaos. I walk about with all of this inside of me and when I breathe into the water of life I see the Reflective Synthesis of all my parts. I see the world through who I am inside. I am like a cloaked figure, not one face but many faces, leading back again to the One. |
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