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Apr 2017
Your a condense, versions of all thang's of being.

Life never yeilds a halt for life is a magnificent processes.

Each moment brings all conponets to be expected.

When you turn on your TV, you expect the pixels to become seen.

As life, you live you expect, all to be changable each instance, better than earlier "sections for time" is a cover a lid to all outcomes.

So does death happen to a body of soul.

No your expextions of death are farbractions.

"You experience life, as you would want Dream ******" recite this as true.

☆ Light of dust floating into place of our retinas as seen
Lifeel of this experience.
Written by
Timothy hill  Ny
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