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Sep 2016
It's mind blowing to think that every time those massive clouds roll in, a lake hovers above our heads!
And through His grace above, the entire lake falls only by drops, one falling down behind another to coalesce within the mud, for if that lake dropped all at once upon our heads, we'd cease to be, we'd all be dead!
Written by
William S Pearsings  50/Two-Spirit/Texas
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