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I know, dear, I know.
I didn’t get a hold of the mill.
I understand, dear, I understand.
Letting go, as it is called “so beautiful”.
Why deny it, dear.
In order to provide accommodation for believer ..
Why do you want so badly, dear.
To prove the untruth of something?
To be able to reject it with unprecedented decisiveness?
The non-material innerness of man, dear, The soul.
He, dear one, will never deny himself, is never immobile.
So, my darling,
for that I beg you..Please. Don, t fight it …
Just feel … !!