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Remain calm. Cleanse your soul like you are forgetting everything, falling down a waterfall.... Falling into a painting 500 years old still vibrant primaries and darker inky blues and blacks, swirling light, fabric moving such as not seen in this world. One day we went outside into the forest. It was dark, the clouds were like iron smoke but then the moon came up, the nighttime sun and filled our hearts with wonder. We lit a fire and began to sign as the night-wood creatures joined in. Dancing turned into Ecstasy as our movements became wild, shouting and becoming filled with the presence.
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC
500 Years Old
Remain calm. Cleanse your soul like you are forgetting everything, falling down a waterfall.... Falling into a painting 500 years old still vibrant primaries and darker inky blues and blacks, swirling light, fabric moving such as not seen in this world. One day we went outside into the forest. It was dark, the clouds were like iron smoke but then the moon came up, the nighttime sun and filled our hearts with wonder. We lit a fire and began to sign as the night-wood creatures joined in. Dancing turned into Ecstasy as our movements became wild, shouting and becoming filled with the presence.
Also posted on my blog; http://bit.ly/1QxSu5P (or visit www.WantonOlive.com) Thank you. Samuel Preveda
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC
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