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Let the rain touch, speak & pour over my emotions. A whiff of thunder, a cloudy chance of a storm brewing. The darkening of the skies. Washing away, the colours of the day. Night in midday, windy in humid air. Tis the atmosphere is changing. Approaching is war. A fight within self. As Spirit is preparing for the battle ahead. Come wash over me Lord, come..
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
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Let the rain touch, speak & pour over my emotions. A whiff of thunder, a cloudy chance of a storm brewing. The darkening of the skies. Washing away, the colours of the day. Night in midday, windy in humid air. Tis the atmosphere is changing. Approaching is war. A fight within self. As Spirit is preparing for the battle ahead. Come wash over me Lord, come..
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
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