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SearchPollFeelosophyEvery story, every thing is God: reality. It apparently emerges from out of Itself and appears as a life. It lives forever within the story, until the story ends. From out of Itself I appeared as my story, until the questions brought me home. Recent comments
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I saw that too!
Definitely too cute for words... I wonder if I can train my cat to slash the side?
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Night closed my windows and
The sky became a crystal house
The crystal windows glowed
From The Plough of Time, Ferlinghetti