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substitute your mind for the divine presence open you eyes and gaze upon the unknown I speak for a plethora of overgrown gardens are we cartons of cigarettes or bundles of sweetgrass answers like these are never necessary yet we borrow everything from life's apothecary i am among the tired lions who offer their music to your dynasties its a weekend campaign finance escapade to bring farms to your table and then go back to the basics i wish you could see the benefits that only exist beyond these earthly dimensions for limits expand whenever we question them I give thanks for the earth i give thanks for the trees i give thanks for the mother i give thanks for the bees i give thanks for the soil i give thanks for the work i give thanks for the passion i give thanks for the hurt i give thanks for the smiles i give thanks for the children i give thanks for the flowers i give thanks for the silence i give thanks for the power i give thanks for the rain i give thanks for the sunshine i give thanks for the pain i give thanks for the anger i give thanks for the rage i give thanks for the strength to never separate myself from you
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
life's apothecary
substitute your mind for the divine presence open you eyes and gaze upon the unknown I speak for a plethora of overgrown gardens are we cartons of cigarettes or bundles of sweetgrass answers like these are never necessary yet we borrow everything from life's apothecary i am among the tired lions who offer their music to your dynasties its a weekend campaign finance escapade to bring farms to your table and then go back to the basics i wish you could see the benefits that only exist beyond these earthly dimensions for limits expand whenever we question them I give thanks for the earth i give thanks for the trees i give thanks for the mother i give thanks for the bees i give thanks for the soil i give thanks for the work i give thanks for the passion i give thanks for the hurt i give thanks for the smiles i give thanks for the children i give thanks for the flowers i give thanks for the silence i give thanks for the power i give thanks for the rain i give thanks for the sunshine i give thanks for the pain i give thanks for the anger i give thanks for the rage i give thanks for the strength to never separate myself from you
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
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