Return to feeling what your heart speaks is often the best experience that somebody can get. Like some crunchy meadow, it gives us the pleasure of pressing the arteries a bit more, and move on, or all of a sudden come back hence to sniff, that bushy smell of the grass that brings about from the sweat under your arms, or maybe to sit, sit henceforth gazing the sky on the tears the soft little cheeks that bears them on it, ah, the meadow ahead is such vast a kingdom. Return to the heart is like that feeling of getting a scoop view of the kingdom you've wept at all along, moved on for work to another kingdom, and it's dusk now, it's time you get back home. It's time you weep again. It's time you visit your heart again.
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