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This world is so pure, so beautiful and flawless. Everything has its place, purpose and meaning. Everything is interconnected and all life somehow fits. The trees around me, bending their branches in the wind; their song perfectly fitting for this warm, late summer evening. The crickets joined in the lullaby with perfect ease, with no effort or even thought behind it. It just fits.The wind itself moves and shifts, slows down or stops completely with perfect timing. Birds fly over my head with fluid motions, mimicking the invisible waves of the wind. The very last rays of light of this day bounce and reflect of everything, as if kissing the...