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Seven

I move the fastest, when I stay still. The farthest, without moving an twitching a bit. My sight is without the eyes, My listening, without the ears. In contradictions, I florish.  In similarities, I disengage.  I am but in the passing wind,  The gentle whisper of coming rain, The thought of rich harvest. I am cause of Him. I am