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An Open Letter

a noon ritual, the saying of her name credit a leaf for longing a leaf fans the pain wounded trees weep like no human ever has rate your pain a pittance compared to the tears of trees mere human pain-- stand by a mourning tree and witness your moondrops of sadness in magnitude the leaves of wounded trees will find you sympathetic they are natural bodies of appreciation if noon finds one crying, weep along ~~ ..(C)1986/2012 Spiros Zafiris ..channeled; spirit Ram ~~
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Oct 3, 2012
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