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SEVERAL ENTRIES NOW INTO THE ECHO OF THE ECHO OF... WHAT BEAUTY IN THAT THOUGHT OF NEVER END



SEVERAL ENTRIES NOW INTO THE ECHO OF THE ECHO OF... WHAT BEAUTY IN THAT THOUGHT OF NEVER END


When we embark on our journey, are we not most ready to sense the truth within it as we go? Well I have done just that, I have found myself in the mess that was Me and I'm coming in backwards to catch up to himself, he'll get there with a little help from his friends. We are legion, we are strong, we are the collective voice, One. All. It'll work itself out, these types of miracles are always in a flux, best then to create my own.

Bold spirit! Stand down your agression of want! We are One and that is the way it goes for Mark Richard Prime whose story has come untethered the Mothership of his own choosing that he might be the star that's falling with one last promised glance over the horizon! Let us worship our Home and Child and Life! Now, before God knocks from within...


© 2015 Peace, Love, Laughter, Forgiveness, MrP, Scribe, Mark Richard Prime

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