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ttuned to silence, each tone is recorded
In cellular memory: every note a feeling For the place I carry within - child of
The steppe - its nature is manifest in everything I do.
hen I am lost, I fall to my knees and
Raise my canvas to the desert, so I can Remember to reflect each symphonic
Memory, of being inside the light.
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