mother of all that lives is the earth, in every seed is the memory of its fruit in the slow flow of days and nights, we are not separated and nothing that exists is separate.
from a vision of the dear friends pietro r. and @tad_monica, sound extracted from "angel breath 2" by thatjeffcarter
(freesound.org/people/thatjeffcarter) licensed under creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0
