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Love of My Lives
Sweet sting of truth… I only heard it because it came from you.
Better person
Laughter, when I was born of tears… oh, what a rebirth!
Of course you don’t get all the credit for my understanding of love; I spent many years as an autodidact cardiologist.
But it would be a capricious falsehood to say that I would be anything close to Me
without You.
You have call...
Wednesday 6th September 2023 7:22 pm
Finding the Deep
When the needle pricks your finger.
When you hide under the covers.
When you look under the bed.
When you go down into the basement.
When you dig up the root in the yard.
When you lay someone to rest.
When you drill to find water.
When you mine for gold.
When the sink hole collapses.
When you drop deep inside Krubera.
When Earth cracks in two and you reach t...
Friday 2nd December 2022 9:12 pm
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