I am - and past these words it's all a story told as fiction. Our life is a deceit of beauty and pain, sorrow and delight, played against the backdrop of reality. Truth is silent, unconditional, and giving always its acceptance. We live a fiction felt real, solid, and believed. It's our own manifestation of light and shadows. It's a mystery. Yet - I am, this presence of before, during, and which remains after every story told - this is what we really are.
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Peace,
Eric
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