In a world where cities wear grey coloured garments – observe to match a grey earth, chokingly dusty with the hurried feet of humanity, - observe the observer there are those that dwell in an invisible land - and close your eyes beside river banks hidden in mists and whispering winds - what do you see? In the world of cities they breathe in car fumes - breathe gently but in their dwelling place, - look in elbows resting upon earthly green cushions – listen it is the healing perfume of a jasmine breeze they inhale - can you hear?
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