"Cloudy day, neither hot nor cold
the sweet smell of wet earth and wet stones
the fresh breeze through all the cracks
the sound of drops falling to the ground
Sorrow, happiness, longing and hope
in chaotic and perfect harmony
such as voice, percussion, woodwinds and strings
echoing and spreading within my whole being
My creativity throbs
my body relaxes
my mind wanders
my heart is at peace"
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