Flame Voice we're basically garbage pits kluttered with years ah debris too much junk snarls our lives muddling us in ennui since all things are destined fer dust why fear searing flames? real growth involves non-clinging so welcome the sound ah flames move past all notions ah burning & within each crematory celebrate the dust that gave rise to life then be compassionate & breathe softly

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