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“This feeling I'm talking about is this: It's a rising up, like you're taking flight and leaving the road behind, like you're in a moment that somehow lifts up free from the rest of your life. In that moment, wherever you just were and wherever you're about to be don't matter one little bit; just for a few breaths, you're everywhere and nowhere, and you can just feel your soul touching something big, some kind of truth that's hidden most of the time.”

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Book:The Remarkable Journey of Coyote Sunrise
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