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  • The composting of the forest floor. A very complex odor. That is the aroma that penetrated the deepest part of my inner sanctum. I could smell the blood of nature. The juices were flowing and life was exuding for expression. A silent oratorio swelled in my veins. I barely touched the floor. I tasted the forces that shaped the universe. I did not care who God was, I was oozing with her exuberance. And then, there was homework still to be done for school...

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