Listen! The eternal adventure speaks from inside. Trust your equipment. Your compass points to joy. Breath connects us to the sky, Where stars on incandescent journeys Stoke the furnace of our mutual dream.
The eternal adventure speaks from inside.
Trust your equipment.
Your compass points to joy.
Breath connects us to the sky,
Where stars on incandescent journeys
Stoke the furnace of our mutual dream.
by Jean Turnbow
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