Notched the vision of the ring of fire to my curriculum vitae this Saturday, and quite a bit of happenstance luck that it happened. My angel was with me Saturday throughout. Story for another time. On walk back saw an autumnal tree serve as pinhole camera deluxe many times over, casting moonshadows about the dark, golden southside street:
What a wild and divine world we live in, but we have to stop polluting it to the brink of species extinction, 97 percent of which are now in decline.
Think ahead seven generations, and honor the earth instead of treating it like your personal gas station.
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