The ID Project McCree/Farnham/Megan 2006-07
Tell me a story of a lost angel in Baltimore who ran the gamit, broke his back in a ballgame and became a recluse, resulting in a
beleiver, who loved in necessary forthwith and in hopes of the way with love, like the whale and the dove and person 2nd, was a bird
first later ate of the bread in snow. It was a seeded Poll from Wild Oats Market put there by an old grandmother who had livedlonger
than her grandchildren. A womans spirit who would lead in the next world, bereavement and loss would groom her thoroughly,
teaching her characteristics of stamin and value which could not be replaced by individuals or physical elements. Finally in the eyes
of God the apprentice explained the mystery of the tree, cup, faucet, opal and ochid and he lit up from within, filled with what he had
needed, this knowledge. He rammed his way forward, honor and integrity bestowed although some called him a pig, selfishly he
knew he as representation of what had been in him the whole time, alotted by breath of life before him, not just his self. Here is a
golden gong, she said and here is my silver heart. The music that is made should sound like rain striking heaven at an angle,
vibrating against hurly burly. Because without that law, wthere would be no love and without that love there would be no error which
required love and beleivethere is grace law, based on love. And the lady of the lake chose a goose, a plump onde, somewhat swan
like its trumpet a flower in the garden of camelot. God had touched this land, she thought as she released the goose in its new
home. Whom yes beleived firmlyin the V, one line one way and the other another, but unity resides, stating plainly that yes, we are
in this together. Whenever the question has no answer just ask Bob. Bob is the keeper of the words, he will tell you the way to go
the way, the way in which welive, the way we learn, love and prosper, singular and collectively, yes like the whales, blue whales, you
know they love there pod. First and foremost and world without wound, friction, fractal fashioned tessations is a world without souls.
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