we are that

magic starts 1:30

thank you largerloves, (treasure)

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Everything which touches us, you and me,
takes us together like a single bow,
drawing out from two strings but one voice.

On which instrument are we strung?
And which violinist holds us in his hand?
O sweetest of songs. 

—Rainer Maria Rilke
O sweetest of songs
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My heart, sing the song of longing, like nightingale.

The sound of your voice casts a spell on every stone, on every thorn.

—Rumi

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