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Melody


Melody that which is around without end lead me to the strings that tie us to this world release them from those who do not know the sound of nature. The sound of freedom to be heavy one day and the next weightless no longer colored in one shade but painted by the endless array which is our spectrum. See what is front of you as a story of your making you the artist taking the gift inside to unravel the mystery before you a voice among many sharing in its creation tell me what is that you see so that I may join in the symphony. The melodies that run their course not knowing how far they run but knowing that in concert the chords will break and from their plucking blaze forth the echoes of souls old and new. Let them lead you to where your breath birthed letting the future unfold and it's wake your dream shall emerge.The melody our harmony our guiding principle.

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