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Hallow Oak curved on the side reaching to the universe… pull it down the goodness of the float,… stir the waters make the new lands for us… we are the servants, we are the gods of our reality… the songs that change us, our being…bitter sweet cold drippings tunneling forth , soft beautiful is sway…
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I LOVE this.. LOVE how the oak is all, and all is because of the oak; yet we are in our own calamities that we make the bittersweet?? i would love to know if i have this the way you pictured it.. it's beautiful. i LOVE the oak. phenomenal teachers they are ;-)
