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An angel sometimes flies through my dreams. She sings. I sing along behind her. It is love and creation at once.
Woe unto me if I try to sing exactly along with her, even if I know the words, or if I try to lead her, even if I know the words that will come ... for at that point she is gone and my companion then is the Ol' Mundane come to mudden my brain.
Thunderpen's Genres: psychospiritual kiddy-lit
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