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Transmission

No echo heard here, but it is only to me, isn't it?


Murky and misty air overshadows now me.


Air has own transmission, then, now here no echo heard reality could not discriminate person's identity.


Every year relatively than old days, spring as season has so many so cold days, today is either.


Air transmission must have own mechanism, but probably, also our mental transmission could to some extent subconsciously follow nature law, at the phenomenal reality could be either interlocking of us to all external world with nature.


That applicable range covers either our words, loving emotion, understanding, and our each body's presence.


We need communication, and sharing crop and harvest at any kind of our acting.
Definitely now we all are blocked at doing it so well, but that disciplene means our its necessity.


Echo is now far away, probably to anyone.


Otherwise only no recovery at taking echoing, then we have no option but looking for another useful echo.
No identified which we should find out or create.



Apr.  13th.    2021