We’re still quarantined and I  can only imagine the strike  and rush of little waves   on my favorite beach and  their silent withdrawal.  Where do they go?  I don’t know.  Humanity’s fate  has a chance,  nevertheless.  …They joined the forefinger with thumb to show how great it was.

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The fierce torch of youth  lights our faces strongly.  Nearly all are alike  but watch that fire  burn down. Will that beauty fall?  Life is more than a  twig fire and this  fire does not die  down quickly. …They rocked from side to side and moaned out a song.

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A tiny movement on  Earth can draw their eyes.  And there is no certainty  in seeing.  Our love for life  is but a mirage for them. …Now they have come to see the baby.

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My breath made no sound, yet I knew that I was not invisible. Voices thundered in my ears, and my eyes grew conscious of the Truth that lay outside of me. This is the unconscious, humbled. We refuse to be life’s hostage and I can only imagine the strike and rush of little waves  against…

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Behind God’s desk, the right hand practiced Free Will. His hand tossed a great coin. Some wolfish howls were meant to say, “This coin is the currency of Love rolling back and forth on God’s knuckles. Cast it contemptuously back into our world. A little man with a shy voice we cannot expect. Inspect our…

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