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HAVING THEIR SAY


There are things within me that are going to have their say, and I got something that needs be said, celebrated, lessons for repeating, or, perhaps it's so that they remain constant.

There is no witch or craft that can stop Exactness. In the constant flux, Exactness is King.

We insure it, Home need be our focus, kinship, food, herbs, water, air... medicines for our tenure... Oh what I am sure we missed could fill all the books with Love and Peace, Forgiveness and Laughter! Let's you and I begin to have this conversation. Church, Synagogue, Temple, Mosque, etc, we must begin the third covenant of our journey now, so when we're angels of Spirit, we won't need to hang our heads in shame... God will have it no other way.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.



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