Monday, August 2

new love (",)

My heart blossoms.
With love Placed in it by The Infinite.
From it springs my life.
A bubbling stream that refuses to dry up.
The source of which is my heart that blooms.A wise youth commented upon seeing the above illustration of myself, “Thy heart is most fertile.” He may be just right. From the fertile land may the best crops be harvested. Amen.

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