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The Evo’s Gift - Forgiven Sin
The resounding sins, of
many echo through
their etheric karma
manifesting the
good intentions, of
Personal Truth
at the end of the day the air waves:
find their way back home,
when the sun goes down, and
the lights go out at night
lightning never strikes the same place twice
however, once in a while you wonder…How?
In the world we live in —
Th...
Wednesday 25th December 2024 10:20 am

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