All of me and mine are safe and secure. Today I have walked under a black sky turning
to indigo so rich it was living. I am
drinking dark coffee from Ethiopia and reading Ancient Text from 450 BC. I sit beside a steel box roaring with fire white-hot. I AM is with me. Life so real it seems steeped in Eternity.
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| altar building in the mountains |
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