.lebanon. 2009.and just like that, the circle is complete. those ideas are obsolete. and you're searching, desperately for the heat, heat - any heat, but nothing stands before you. nothing stands above, behind, or beneath you. you are floating in a space where no microscope, dictionary or compass can guide you. it's okay; you're comfortable. God's mercy is your podium and his book is your sermon. your eyes, ears and larynx are devout, but not all the time. unfortunately, not..all..the time. and just like that your face is resting in your palms, again; you are calm, again.
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