You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life. — Richard Brostoff
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You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life.

— Richard Brostoff
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