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The tapestry of life's story is woven with the threads of life's ties ever joining and breaking. The unseen dark plays on his flute and the rhythm of light eddies into stars and suns, into thoughts and dreams. The center is still and silent in the heart of an eternal dance of circles. Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf. — Rabindranath Tagore |