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[handifunk]

Another Halloween is over and yet the eeriness remains as I sit out on my porch....white smoke rings form like ghosts and the wet leaves falling on pavement and grass in this crisp cold silence sound like the soft shuffle of souls walking with a mission.......across the street Jack O Lanterns turn from absent teethed smiles into drooped down piles

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[anonymous]

In my experience, the best prayers are done at 3 in the morning, desperation squeezing at you chest, with a revlation that there is nothing else real, nothing else eternal, and no better place to be then within Gods arms, within Gods will