I think the pulses I feel are massaging my soul. Invisible hands nourishing me.
(Yes, this is a little freaky. But you know what? I've never, never felt anything like this before. So there it is.)
Namaste.
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The hand of the merciful God always lies on the heads of courageous men and women, those who dare to be different because they believe in their dreams. Paulo Coelho
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