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8.09.12 A Shell of Flesh and Bone and Spirit


In my belief...

It takes the fullness of Love, so let us hope that by combining our loving spirits as one full Love we can come to the rescue as angels of our fellow steward’s in need. Keep laughing my friends... It is one of the best medicines for the weary worn, that and the natural remedy of full Love. I am praying for you my friend.

When a shell of flesh and bone and spirit brings such laughter, imagine the spirit of full Love swimming all through him along with Creation? We are animals first, spirit's second, yet would not be without the pair betrothed through both hardships and peace. Know Love first, before laughter, otherwise it's just self-importance streaming by our sight...


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime


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