foot grass leaf path
bronze lung bell struck
mallet bong breath sound
fog awake empty lost
resonate again open end
bronze lung bell struck
mallet bong breath sound
fog awake empty lost
resonate again open end
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text by Jack Lord
You go into the marketplace barefooted, unadorned, smeared with mud, covered with dust, smiling.
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