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Jul 2017
Don't ask me how I know...
It's something I cannot explain fully myself.

When the lights turn off I still see orbs.

You channeled me from within.
And here I am.

What purpose do I serve you?
And what will you serve me in return?


A mystery...

Is it willing to unfold?


Are we choosing to retrace our steps back to where we came from?
Am I deciding to resurrect something I still don't understand?
Or am I starting to understand it?
spacequeen
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spacequeen  the universe
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   Keith Wilson
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