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most likely be an ongoing process.
Love, moon, sun, rain, dark vast sky. Flash, crystal lightning at night. Love runs us through; and, like the night, takes flight to day, we soon return to light.
There was an old hermit named Dave...
"Open the pod bay door please Hal."
Walking in the desert, I thought I was where I had been. The sand beneath
my [feat] sinks away, hindering my progress as I plod--forward. And yet, this very hinderance enables me to move: Take away the desert sand and only I can imagine where I stand.
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Whereever you are there you be.
One place I would rather be at this moment.
Do be dum.. do be dum dum dum
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