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Clarity
Clarity She dwells near the bubbling stream. And she will wash her hair to smell the nature. As the flowers flow in the sauna, where there is a silence; not to imagine a good or a bad dream. Oh clarity, for long we have yearned. From the chaos and trouble I abandon, for five days and many months I overlearn. The sweet smell of lavender, for my weariness it will clean, in this stream. I finish this visit today, because I did not plan well and hope better for the following days. Today there is a little rain, just like last night on my electronic it had played. And with the pumice I erode this skins that had to endure the fabrics of clingy dreams. Clarity, as I swim and laugh at that frog comes over me. And now many people come over to join this team. As we laugh and play water games in the stream. Saunas, cool stream, frozen one’s and more it is a place we must visit. The clarity, unescorted by noise pollution; how I would miss it. But again to the industrial site I play the synthetic sound on my phone for a nice dream. And try to cease the pondering as I listen to six-hundred minutes of a running stream.
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