How many roads can one travel, facing barriers that cause us to dismantle, the light is ample, purposed to perceive good, judging by the terrain, I shift to a hunter’s mind frame. If me not ready, I’m still responsible, knowledge the key, given from elohim, freely like rivers flow into seas. I just an extension, a branch of the tree. staying close to the root, of the source that feedeth me. ONE
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