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You must have taken A wrong turn! My Temple is timeless. Yes I have many ghosts, but no cob webs grow in the corners. Never ever any disrepair. I am tending it always. Perhaps you followed the wrong path and were lost along the way. There is a narrow inlet, quite protected from the wind, with steep staircase winding down right onto the sand, close by the ancient Sea. My giant shell is tucked in here. It might be hard for you to recognize. Close your eyes...... The outside is worn and rugged but inside is polished pink. The cushions are arranged just so as to watch the waves break. Would you like to see my altar? Each treasure has a story. Keep looking. I will light the fire. Watch out for the smoke
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
Wrong Turn
You must have taken A wrong turn! My Temple is timeless. Yes I have many ghosts, but no cob webs grow in the corners. Never ever any disrepair. I am tending it always. Perhaps you followed the wrong path and were lost along the way. There is a narrow inlet, quite protected from the wind, with steep staircase winding down right onto the sand, close by the ancient Sea. My giant shell is tucked in here. It might be hard for you to recognize. Close your eyes...... The outside is worn and rugged but inside is polished pink. The cushions are arranged just so as to watch the waves break. Would you like to see my altar? Each treasure has a story. Keep looking. I will light the fire. Watch out for the smoke
karen-newell
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Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
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