It is purposed by God, ain't no getting around it. Hello. The smoke rises on our use, we created all of this, time to stand back and be counted as angel to love and to all others that make its breadth worth remembering, it loves everyone, all, not a birth, a collective. It is the only way to come together, hear what's on the minds and thoughts of all parties, all sides of the One that We are, WE and WE's echo are the echo of the one I traverse my friends, of that I'm fairly damned certain! I know this sounds utterly absurd to imagine, but I am. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.
(The Weaver's Song)