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step to the speaker, with the imparative, and desert your inner motive. exhaust the failure of attention with full gail. this conjugation easily overblows and inspires a more ordinary tone. please walk your fingers 'round the truth. it lies not. it speaks not. it waits as nothing for you to tap it home. you don't need anything to say. just an interest in cultivating the way. prickle the tag with stalks of rain. deepen the stag with knives of bone. cut the flesh to the floor. ready the berry sauce, the fire, the plates, the knives, the strange aversion to the center. just sit in it. and eat. and stop dispensing oblique advice at grandma's table.