“Correlation doesn’t mean causation” thoughts they put in the air are what I gather this to be most of the time when the rhythm is all through the air.
This new moon on us the days to grow again soon, we move forward in a direction set forth many days ago. Where truth be told and the old becomes the new.
Many little red cardinals made, cone upon their heads. Where all the languages meet pigeonholes of thought.
The snake coiled around the poll dropped in the dead of night.
Vulcans that can feel your mind process your being as it feeds into you.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
I have 3 minutes, I have so much to say, ד there is chill in the air, one, I can’t believe people fall for the prosperity preachers.
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