…but walk beside me & be my friend, with lifted chin, we’re bound to win, let’s hold hands tight, with all our might against this fight, don’t lose sight, because we’ll be more than just alright.
let’s fulfil our dreams, don’t forget we are a team, I know it sometimes seems like we’re not going to make it, I’m not going to fake it, I absolutely hate it, threats of our relationship shaking & breaking, torn & forsaken
still be my friend, we’ll win, I promise you, we’ll win, don’t give-in, because I don’t want this to be the end.
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A walk in the woods. Thunder in the distance. Lighting dancing, edging dark clouds. Soft rain thru the pines. Boughs dripping in the pond. Birds sounding bird talk. Many languages to be heard. Frogs in the pond announcing their attendance.
I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,