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Me and my shadow … contemplating letting go … grey shades hold sway … but over there, some new day […]

Mousey Brown laid down her crown at foot of wise old donkey; “I see the proof upon your hoof, I’m

In words of bronze he painted a forest, where a lizard smoked grass, holding hands with a violet. In thoughts

Spiritual Revolution transpires before our very eyes. Whether our Senses are open to the Impact of the Marked Changes of

Weeping walls shed tears of sorrow upon fertile soils of hearts whose innocence and childlike trust was lost upon the