If we must suffer,
All of us — Is there meaning?
I pray for my friends.
If I could suffer
For you, I would. Ah, dear friends
A warm summer breeze.
I am trapped in flesh.
Flesh like this was once divine.
Ah, friends. A warm breeze.
This warm breeze. I pray
For you, my friends, and for me.
To the one who knows.
Ten Thousand Places 
Beautiful, morning matin prayer, invites basking in the sun’s warmth, spirit clothed in compassion.
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okay, so my new blog looks identical to yours. Can I help it that you happened to choose the only cool template on wordpress?
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(I have a revised Silver Lady Revelation there)
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