What about him. My Love.
SPACE! ABSENCE! TRUST! SURRENDER.
Don't do anything wait. It is a growing period.
Source:
Someone is playing drums in the hot sun. The rhythm is smooth and the drummer is well balanced. She opens her mouth to to sing and the tribe waits impatiently. It has been days since she is playing,and they wait anxiously for her song.
-Wait and know that the beginning of any end has the potential to transform you. Move with the rhythm, awaiting the transcendence of the song.
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