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Eternal Infinite Living One, I find it hard to write you today, why? Because there is so much to say and this tsunami of feelings makes me run for cover, but I reappear from behind the wall, and the words flow out, like a counterpoint to crushing waves, well, take yesterday, I met someone, no, two people, who might influence me greatly in the future, and already have stimulated me that day, and this morning I dreamed of a young woman whom I felt deeply about, and she said: you're pivoting so much, at which I cried, after visiting a play in which firemen wet the players, now, back to yesterday: at the communal garden, where they were serving pizza, I talked to one of the initiators, and his dream of starting a city farm caught me by surprise, and his question if I would be interested in participating, and later that night I met the Red Hair Renate, of whom I've been thinking many years now, but I was paralyzed, and couldn't act upon a dream come true, surely I will see her again, well, thanks for all this, because it's like a wake up call to courage, patience and determination I've been praying for so long, and my fantasy self remained silent, for once, the real one is on the hitting spot. Swing that bat!
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Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 9:42 AM UTC
PRAYER NINE
Eternal Infinite Living One, I find it hard to write you today, why? Because there is so much to say and this tsunami of feelings makes me run for cover, but I reappear from behind the wall, and the words flow out, like a counterpoint to crushing waves, well, take yesterday, I met someone, no, two people, who might influence me greatly in the future, and already have stimulated me that day, and this morning I dreamed of a young woman whom I felt deeply about, and she said: you're pivoting so much, at which I cried, after visiting a play in which firemen wet the players, now, back to yesterday: at the communal garden, where they were serving pizza, I talked to one of the initiators, and his dream of starting a city farm caught me by surprise, and his question if I would be interested in participating, and later that night I met the Red Hair Renate, of whom I've been thinking many years now, but I was paralyzed, and couldn't act upon a dream come true, surely I will see her again, well, thanks for all this, because it's like a wake up call to courage, patience and determination I've been praying for so long, and my fantasy self remained silent, for once, the real one is on the hitting spot. Swing that bat!
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Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 9:42 AM UTC
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