Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Monday, October 8, 2018
A Spade
A spade is most certainly a spade, although there could be something up its sleeve. Don't have an Ostrich type heart. Put it on display, nurture it, and project. Prepare to meet all of your desires. Both truth and fiction are part of the whole. Nothing should be remarkable. Everything should be accepted. Nothing is strange. Everything has a place in reality. Be with and stay with yourself. The blame cannot be all yours. The praise cannot be all yours either. And the blame cannot obviously be all theirs as the praise shouldn't be awarded to them exclusively.
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