Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
The Gift of the Gift
A gift to the outcast which he must recognise and acknowledge with honesty and selflessness, and gift back to where it came from. The gift cannot be from within and he must decide for himself from whom the presentation is from. A gift from within love and caring. An implantation freom a higher power, and the greater the soul of the gift, the greater the quality of it, then the greater the gift of the gift.
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