Today, is a new day and just as if we were a tree, we lean on the ground. Sometimes, this ground is not clean, sometimes, the tree is watered with blood, with desperation, frustration, wrath and necessity. But our past, is a story that we haven't finished.
It is where the book begins. Tomorrow, later, our future will arrive. If we have the capacity, the honor, and the happiness of understanding and overcoming our lamentations, we will understand the mystery of evolution.
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Mystic Healing Art
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