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How do you talk about the silence that moves you and is simply unsayable, but by its synchronistic moirai, its seemingly miraculous events, its moments in which the veil lifts and we see clearly? Sitting in the quietude of such a moment while holding its power, as if one were holding in hand the wave of a tsunami, can only be described as sacred. But the most amazing thing about these moments is that we all too quickly dismiss them by doubting what just happened to us or calling them coincidence. Worse yet, we dare not tell others about them for fear they will ridicule us. And so we find n
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