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I need to female voice to read this short poem slowly and in a slighty sensual way:

There are undiscovered folds of time, that lay hidden in the corridors of each day.
To find them one needs to set sail against the tide of movement,
that continues to drive ever onward through the space of being,
and to secure the anchor of rest in renewed stillness.
Through a corridor, whose humming walls and warm sunlight
demand a spiritual journey to the plateau of renewed self.