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In by Lucía on September 15, 2010 at 10:46 pm

What happens when there are no words left, when the greatest and most meaningful thing that can be expressed anymore is simply the silent hum felt inside at all times, the hum of wellness, of peace, of happiness, the same sound made by sunlight, the brilliance of flowers, the calm of grass giving back to sky, or the passion of seeing loved ones again, and again, and again, or the feeling of health, and dancing, and potential—words for this, the same passion that drives each moment and creates the fire that others would swear they could see behind our eyes?


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