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🪺 THE RHYTHM OF KINDNESS—THE FOOTSTEPS COMPOSE THE BLISS. ଓ

Thus I'd explode and recognize the shores of southwest Canada, I am propelled by the wind. The drum continues to happen, echoed, audible, resounding through my innermost being, muttering a melancholic rhythm of assault, time, and mutation.

You people are so kind and loving, nuu-chan-nulth. On Columbia Island's west coast, households of four dwell amidst forests, lakes, and lagoons whereas remain patient for their sailboats to be abolished by the evening tide. the Shore supernatural beings and whale chases are deeply embodied in your singing, creating a powerful rhythm and harmony with the marine environment. A menacing rhythm of time, change, and turmoil is spoken quietly by the tambourine as it reverberates through my entire being. Open those wings and move around, hearing the cry of the east. The heartbeat of the far-off drum announces the arrival of the sun. The resounding drum reverberates throughout the center, evoking a melancholic cadence of battle, transition, and time. Salish coast: "It takes alertness to mount a defense in the event of an enemy incursion or storm. As the sturgeon and eulachon reproduce and finish their lives, seasonally gather the resources in your river. The sound of the drum reverberates throughout my being, evoking a melancholic cadence of epochs, transitions, and conflict, even as I depart from your dense cedar trees."

     ✶ IN MY EYES, YOU REMAIN ME SMALL

Paragraph II. Rhythm is their God, the controller of beings. Like rhythm is the favoured slave-driver. Like rhythm is the unfeared tyrant. Like rhythm is what brings the animalistic spirit within us all back to life after daylight and spiritual rest. Like rhythm is the pair of unspoken arms that push them, its subjects, over the precipise and into the river of flow. And under The Rhythm's spell, they will move, they will love it. The grace of the divine speaks itself into existence as we wash our clothes, mourn the past, and dine, as we close our eyes and listen. The truth finds its thereabouts and reminds itself again that nothing is meant to last—the restless mind disrupts. 🌸

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