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Guilt of stealing
Walking on a sublimely beautiful carpet of foliage in drizzling rain.
Almost unearthly colors filling every corner of my eye.
Then arises guilt – am I stealing something very precious from heaven?
Heaven laughs, boisterous laughter coming out of its abyss – the infinite depth of its opulence.
I walk again, enjoying the freedom, feeling free from my guilt of stealing.
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