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Because the tao that can be spoken is not the Tao, This is not the Tao thank god for that for he gave an only son (it's said) knowing full well there were things he could not say.

And Joan looked awful that day in her ill-fit famous clothes and fell from the scaffold she climbed singing the only song we knew.

One night after Seder two people walked down the street each holding phone to ear looking as though they spoke to one another, but only checking for messages.

All along the window ledges dust gathers without a sound a Quaker meeting of the minute.

An entire winter with no fruit was the norm for centuries pineapple me mango there's enough to eat, my dear, whether or not the branch has broken.

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