Bare feet on sacred ground, out of his skin. Lost in a world without boundarieswhere boulevards and streets have disappeared, swept away by the tide, rejectedthe abyss. Flooded with divine light, being naked, without qualities, gets caught, immersed in a bath with a thousand scents. Here, the sounds of the world are not admittedthey are swept away by the peace-loving...
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