The Garden. The Problem With Our Attempts To Turn Our Foul Past Into A Clean Present….

Through my Window I see
While the world is set on hilarity and education? You have set My Heart/Mind in a garden on the ashes of the paradise lost of our creation. The man. The woman. Together taking care of the garden. No more trips to the forbidden tree.

Thursday, December 28, 2017 at 8:17 pm.

What’s The Problem With Our Attempts To Turn Our Foul Past Into A Clean Present?….

O my Father? A twitch of pain? Fear knocks at my mind’s door. I now refuse to open that door. Fear can no longer enter. Fearlessly I go on, but! Not on my own.

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