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Raccoon

Be wise.
Stay where it feels comfortable,
live there if you feel it.
And if something changes, it isn't bad.
Everything is changing.
That is a nature law.
And if the new space has become uncomfortable, you still don't have to stay in it.
Be wise.
Be aware of what you feel and embrace the change.
It will always master you in living in peace.
And if you don't feel the stay right anymore, then leave silently.
Just like the changing.
Leave for the better. Leave for the peace and leave peace also behind you.
Be wise.
Noise is unnecessary.
Attention is irrelevant.
Just like the raccoon.
Follow your nature into your nature.
Be wise.




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