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  • A row of beads, they lie just here, connected in this vastness through string and prayer; counting the hopes, and words of Peace, through touch, speech, and through heartbeat.

    The constant chatter, is left behind, the constant questions in the mind. The constant worry, is given no role as these beads combine, mind, body and soul.

    Words of peace spoken by tongue, felt in the heart, counted by hand; words of peace for me and you. Words of peace for them and us too.
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