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Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Soft fell rain on moist soil and then permeated down through the tracery of orange fleshed roots that hug the bones of the world deep underground. Roots delving ever deeper downward toward the essential soul of the earth, as they move winding through the layers of time from ages past that saw the footfalls of the first dinosaurs and the birth of history and. Hush now; listen we can hear the call of the aeons that brought us to this moment to share a world beautiful and green and take part in its present. For it our world now and its beauty and peace calm our souls, heightens our love till we think we may experience no more joy. Yet the sun shall set and the night brings greater joy in each other to awake to a beautiful dawn birthing a brand new day and the circle of joy ever increases. So it shall always be for the love we share is like the gentle spring rain and it permeates our souls and enriches our love till all is evergreen, whole and strong. You are my history and yet even more my beautiful future.