Monday, September 14, 2015

Haunted.

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From several days ago, but it returns.  I had forgotten this... until I remembered it. - the management

Visions and thoughts.  Fears and hopes.  It is what it is.  I know, as I prepare to sleep, that my mind remembers a certain sense or feel or want.

Mother Mary had many daughters.  And in them can be such things that only some men can see.  Though, too, blessed are the men who never need to be shown some of that light.  I need all the light that may be spared, and then some.

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Much is here.  Perhaps too much.  I shouldn't, but I am tired, weak, and... done.  Let it shine.

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