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Collingwood Town Hall. Oh what vibes of conversations have resonated the atoms me these walls? My mind cannot interpret what the touch of my hand reports.
of the point below. (Microvision view)
Amongst the constant threats we can make a point of peace.
Shadows melting in the late afternoon.
Beauty in diversity in nature. And in people.
I think what i saw is what i saw. But what i saw may only be what i think.
Meaning is found everywhere. If you look.