If all paths cross in the forest,
yet we walk the same trail...
This mystery might be likened to a harp string, divinely plucked.
Each change of tension between mind and spirit
will produce a different note to join the eternal song.
The strength with which the vibration echoes
may be ours to choose, and while in vibration may seem singular,
yet t' is but one string for all.
faucon
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