It's morning and the sun is peeking through the trees getting ready for it's trek across my sky today. The grass has a light mist, glistening in the early dawn and that breeze, that soft dreamy breeze, it must be the very breath of God having such a balmy ethereal quality, being so sweet and tender on my skin. I am truly surrounded by a Peace and comfort that must be like what the dead wake to when arriving in the next world. Am I dead? No, I'm just writing another blog. In fact it's the middle of the day and I'm just here with my computer trying to dance with my typing. I'm thinking the breath of God remark was dumb. But I'll leave it. I'm going to just move on and see how far I can go without ever probably really getting to anything in particular. I embrace that risk.
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