Philosophy / Wisdom / Consciousness
Americ Azevedo & Friends
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Nearing Autumn's end –Inconsequential bushes light up,as though God himself were talking right through them.Life's last exquisite burst of understanding before winter's slumber.I suppose I'm in the Autumn of my years.My awareness at its height,listening for God to speak to me – as though through a burning bush.
Have you checked under the couch cushion?
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