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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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If you dive deep, deep down past the sound of the snoring dog and the relentless chatter of Jackdaws, far beyond the murmuring voices of the radio, the chink of spoons in teacups and the sound of distant tyres on wet tarmac. Further even than the rushing of your own blood as it courses through your veins you'll hear it.
The constant hum of the great machine, the undercurrent of all life, the incessant driving force, satisfying and comforting. This is where i travelled this morning and this is how i know everything will be okay. |
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