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Peace WIthin


When the same has been said of every human's ability to resurrect their Love to reveal their Peace within the puzzle that they themselves have built. Wow. We're not foolish, we're genius resurrect, between two worlds, with both as another. It is within this God we seek, within and then projected as to the truth of the matter, not believed in, known. God is all. We are a part of that which is all, learning to fly, hoping to soar, ready for anything. The snow is falling and I need send prayers to my children, Shalea is not well and Chelsea and Clayton and the kids were involved in a car wreck, please pray for them all, they are loved dearly. There is an echo in this one... welcome it.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


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