Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Friday, May 27, 2011
A World Reborn
Suddenly, the world became transformed and remembered what it was and where it was, and it gazed inwardly and all around noted the changes. In turn the changes became a mirror until the mirror lost its power of reflection. And the skies smiled on the day and the day was still and and at peace with itself.
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